Mist / Myth
Fascinated by Eve, they pursue her.
She laughs at their witlessness... and blindness.
Within reach of their clutches, she morphs into a tree—
Then throws mist into their eyes...
Firmament
I am the twilight whispering
cusp of spidery fate
a nomad heartbeat
sync'd to
mysterious
nebulae
Jack Frost
a wildcard haunting back doors of glitter instance, sybarite exit (and what passes for excitement these days...)
Be Yourself Tonight
Mocha Bar: a sea of ghetto fab and in the midst of all that, an anomaly— a red headed Viking stares at me—or should I say we exchange covert glances while I attempt to focus on a martini, or an old friend; a new acquaintance; clocking the Viking’s movements from my locus of interaction. Glimpsed...
Instantanés #4: Brooklyn Bridge Park
Brooklyn Bridge Park, September 19, 2010. This might have been a dream…
ATM GLITTER GUN
...my first stop of course, the ATM of my desire bracket blinking still in the night...
Entertainment, Tonight
The couple next to me are being effortlessly annoying. She indulges the conceit of being the only beautiful girl in the world, and he’s preying on her idiocy. At some point she gets up for the bathroom, he glances over at me and smiles. He takes out a cigarette,
“Do you have a light?”
