mccarren park farmers market

we put things in boxes. apples. books. socks. photos. concepts. dried lavender. people. spare wires. it makes them easier to carry around, and find them when you need to.



but what if the boxes have slats in them?

this is my roommate mary

she has lots of clothing and books with funny titles.

we were bored

we sat with our backs to the freeway

singlemindedness

lens flare

you have a few battle scars, i take it

just leave the epic poem on its yellowed page

leave the gray macaw in his covered cage















let the traveling band on the interstate remain
cause everything it must belong somewhere











i know that now, that's why i'm staying here

neshaminy creek

this is a picture of fireflies:

thin ice

i'm not the same, dear, as i used to be

the seasons have changed and so have we

i'm an engine driver

i've written pages upon pages trying to rid you from my bones

















and if you don't love me, let me go

the raincoat that you wore

i'm sorry

some rules aren't meant to be broken.
gravity, for example.
and we were pulled together by forces outside our control.






















if we get any closer, we might explode.
it's probably best for us both that we don't--a bit of self control might serve us well.













you know what you mean to me.

tompkins square park

there are two kinds of people in the world:

















those who play football on superbowl sunday

















and those who don't.

this was my life

every chance to leave is another chance i should have took.

art imitates life.
this is symmetry:


but look closely:
it's not perfectly balanced.

watch out.

nature

the quiet serves only to hide you,

provide you what i knew:

it'd come back to you.

to be frank...