Monthly Archives: August 2012

The Time Tree

The Time Tree

I walk past this tree every day and from the distance/angle i pass it by, the reflection moves and it always makes me think of a clock.


nailed

nailed


between the skids

between the skids


Garbage

Garbage


Coffee shop

The guy I’m looking at

looks over his paper like a rapist

and he sips his morning coffee like a serial killer.

Sometimes

some people catch you off guard

and they never even know.

There’s just that¬†awkward eye-contact

above newsprint horizons

reminding us that we’re being watched,

seen by people

with a sketch artists memory

then left locked in the silent dance

of fading into the crowd.


my buddy on the porch with bad lighting.

my buddy on the porch with bad lighting.


This is what scratched my knee.

This is what scratched my knee.