the end is near, if not here already

the 6th sense approximation
it has a way with words in me
letters slowly show on the marquee
puzzled together as they float by
revealing its skin under the smokey bath water
drops forming the names, the things
that will wash away in due time

tennis date :)

blue skies, green eyes and golden hair. lime green puma gear strutting out a beat up F150, how could i forget?

half-heart healthy

Cheers to beautiful nyc lunches.

the x bomb!

tap tap and tap
my foot hangs from the seat to bar down under..
... tap
... tap
... tap
the repetative motion, the repetative thought, the repetative sound
at my head
at my foot
at my stomache
the addiction preys on me at the incremental second
with every orchestrated word that hangs
at my lips
at my fingertips
at my lashes
the addiction that strums each chord
over
and over
and over again.

East Village Litter Trials

Two weeks ago: The cardboard litter box was hanged with a wire hanger from the basement water pipe. The sign attached read "THIS DOES NOT GO WITH THE PLASTICS!!!". It was a statement, a revolution by Denis The Trash Sorter.

Yesterday: Denis's friend, Mark (who I now rumor as lovers) sent out the monthly STOOP SCOOP newsletter. Amongst the pleasantries and birthday reminders, a note at the end read: "Will the owner of the cat litter box please make yourself known to Denis".

Today: Every cat owner recieved a hand written note. Ours read:
S & T,
Do you use "FRESH STEP" cat litter?
___ YES
___ NO
Please return to Denis in apt ##.
...

Clearly, my answer is no, but I SOOO wanted to check yes.