No One To Impress
The jackets of an older man now seated, the best way he can. On a Sunday in winter, a park, the coat no longer warm. No attitude for there is…
Hands
Grabbing at the air hands desperately trying to find what can you touch. your physical energy chasing a lost presence. Man’s demons but he can’t see them he can only…
Upon High
The largest dead leaf I ever did see, fell from the roof upon high. Adjusting as it fell, I noticed a little new world emerging a rebirth of sorts, on…
Unknown
The ball under my foot, the world it may be, it makes me so unsteady my destination will be unknown at the moment. I have control of a fashion, my…
Mason Cult the Hot Vented Streets of Chicago.
The organic dripping plasma bulk bin, stuck in old Chicago Town behind the fire escapes the hissing of steam vents, random discharges and screaming noise, much torture was hidden among…