he pretends to be something
he ain't. he looks dead
but i heard him laughing

mastering the edge of the sidewalk
the drunk tumbles head first
into a sign post

i thought the earth is shaking,
but it is me trembling.
maybe i should heat the room ?

crossing on red,
pushing his bike. the old man
nearly got himself killed

michael stipe on a
massage table. feels like
a jarmusch movie

staying inside is the
worst i can do to
keep my body warm

patiently she waits
for her dog to defecate
on the sidewalk

she holds her umbrella
like her life depends on it.
but it's only raining

foam around the drain
marks the final minutes
of a nice warm shower

the sky promises
the end of the world
but can't hold it