A Coney Island for our Time

Cicero said it best:
The less said,
the less missed by
The Unlistener.

It's when the investigation thickens
that the City
truly blooms
into a moon puzzle
meant to be layered like
new tags on the license plate
of someone who will
never leave
their state.

The gift of a great painter
is the capacity
to cover up the underlayers
yet keep
topographical presence.

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In the Wagon Winter of
Nathaneal West - locusts
infest like lonely hearts
inundate the Tundra.

Humanity shelters us
like a Lime Twig,
or a ladder shadow.

We nibble on this comfort
for it is the embers left
to us
from the Wild Fury
that raged its course weeks before.

Hell is a reflection of
The Very Thing that Happens
when wet cement and laziness mix.

We change our tags but
the plate is the same.

"I'd like to hang... owls. I'd like to hang wooden owls on the walls."

"i see geese going backwards and i feel so bad"

it's windy in boulder today. real windy.

i rode my bike downtown and felt like i got put on pause when a gust came toward me and transfixed me still.

yet, i need to bike while i am here. i associate it with the freedom i feel by being afforded the circumstance to have lived in boulder. in colorado. i say have lived because i am transitioning into move-mode.

i just relocated the rest of my stuff into a shared storage unit. i am officially homeless as of february 20th. but i do have a van, so maybe it's not that official. it depends on your definition of "home."

and i mean it when i say to people that i am low maintenance. i have less than a rocket box full of stuff to travel with.

plus, i'll be in the south until its about summertime, so i won't need much.

excited to be on the road.

also to come, i am starting a low-key business on the side to sell personal artsy postcards to locally owned General Stores, gas stations and markets across our America. yay!