a long day ~
home from work, up the steps
marching ants

a long day ~
home from work, up the steps
marching ants
city weekend
hanging by their bikes
pigeon gang
summer sun
’neath autumnal leaves
rainbow road
shining sun
its shadow spreading space
the needle
summer night wind
whistling like it thinks
it’s october
teethbrushing ~
a night train passes
hckwoowoo
o. the tea’s gone cold.
yes, the tea’s gone cold
’cause you let it get cold.
you boiled it hours ago & then
forgot ’bout it
like an innocent pup
left starving, emaciated,
its ribs poking out o’ its skin.
what a sexy painting you’ve painted.
¿is this how you keep your squares checked?
¿is this how you keep your ducks in a row?
¿by FUCKING THEM?
this won’t look good on your performance review.
you won’t be getting that annual 2.33% raise this way, jay.
you need to clean up your act ‐‐
& your room.
your nostalgic tyrannical 2015 is so last decade.
well, maybe not a full decade…
wait, ¿was 2022 a good year
or was it also tyrannical?
you already know the answer.
dissect your toadstool heart & see.
now get back to work, jack kerouac.
july night ~
together explosions
colored leaves
powerwirehung
latesummer sunset
red balloons
summer fog
burn transit windows ~
dark sunset