oldest man in the world

different city

Months ago everything fell apart

and then change came

different now. im different now.

i like reading things i wrote a couple years ago

surprising myself has the strangest effect on reality.. its a wonder really, how you can’t hide anything from yourself, but then you’re surprised one day when you realize you have hidden something.

this happens to me when i move somewhere new.. also, i miss new york.

camber

LIRR

Cars, pieces of cars,
Buckets of filth.
Fat men are wearing orange vests,
White minivans sleep on a hill.

The Long Island Railroad

Offering its rusty forgotten face,

The sky is blue
The air is gray
Nature’s scent is gone
Human warmth is gone

Nothing could be uglier than vacant lots next to
Storage space.

the colour purple

I really like seeing the old ladies with purple, green, and blue hair. I forgot about this phenomenon until the other day, when I saw an old lady with lavender hair, pushing a cart down Manhattan avenue. Its funny how old ladies try to be so conservative until they get really old and then they start taking a lot of drugs, dying their hair blue, and expressing anger in public.

So maybe punk is not dead.. maybe its just old.