Monthly Archives: July 2013

Dead, I mean, Live at Sally O’Briens 8/3

A great night of oddball music at a fine Irish Pub in Union Sq. Gonna be a free for all with musicians and who knows, maybe we’ll just sit in a circle and discuss the implications of string theory in … Continue reading

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Mr. Velvetears

Mr. Velvetears sounds so soft you hardly ever hear the shuffle of his feet at the top of the stairs. Always afraid of heights, he refuses to come down until the shaking subsides and his feet stop stomping. I wait … Continue reading

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Dead Dream

It lay unmoving on a paved street in Boston’s Downtown Crossing. Its neck snapped by debt roped around the throat in a noose.

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It was then

It was 2007, or eight, when I sold my car with high expectations of public transportation. Fat-bellied, silver, subway locomotives, vomiting suits, cooks, baristas, hipsters, gangsters, grandmothers, dresses for any occasion, baby carriages, slicked hair, loose clothing, no underwear with … Continue reading

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A thought on a bus

I want them to turn off the lights on the bus. I want to see where I’m going, without seeing where I am.

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Post # 69 (explicit)

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Work

Business has gotten the better of me. The practical strangling the dream. I’m afraid I’ve gone insane. Chatting with the invisible on the phone. Disembodied voices annoyed by my banter. One of them owns a dog.

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