I felt the chilled rain on my garnished skin Straining Tuesday's grime through 3 cubes Tempting me to stir my head back again Follow its muddled jazz with another Martini AG
Author: The Eclogues
Raise
Gonna March Through whining dry coal doors Demanding it long hours cursing that coughing gray copier broken junk times that only seizing lights painted rooms empty cubicles no more yes, right away or how many projects don’t wear chains rain, sleet, snow haven’t killed my faded boots in before seven bronze revolving doors dragged along a spotted tile … Continue reading Raise
Chinatown Games Store
The off duty students sat at a thin graham cracker table Tossing pocket brushed animated cards down as Ninja Scroll played on the counter perched JVC You could hear them laughing, giggling, snickering Then after 30 seconds of silence…“You just fucked me” Popped out, drawing only sly smiles and hidden eyes After a few cracked … Continue reading Chinatown Games Store
Pedestrians
Chapped heels are clacking messy rhythms as tattooed bikes dart through honking traffic. A cop waiving his gloves, orchestrates the lights & tourists riding in humid mustard cabs with bloated bags. Resident pigeons fly in alphabetical patterns looking for a bite while commuting rats scatter home along warmed subway tracks. After every performance the soles clap and groupie tires start screaming at the ring leader welcoming people to the show at the stitched crosswalks. AG
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