Monthly Archives: June 2017

When you finally come you’ll be sorry that you missed the Velvet Underground cover from the pretty young girl even though it wasn’t actually a VU cover. It was a Jackson Browne song. You might have found that funny were … Continue reading →

There is a writer in the MTA’s Poetry in Motion program (where the city provides the huddled masses a little bit of literature to get them through the trip to work) whose birthdate is in a later decade than mine. … Continue reading →

When we dance you should take the lead. I don’t know how to move well with others. I seem to lack that particular grace which you have it in abundance. It’s one of the things I like so much about … Continue reading →

To the cutie patootie whose cleavage I decidedly did not ogle on Avenue A: I’m sorry I ogled your cleavage over there on Avenue A. In my defense, that was only one of your features I was appreciating as we … Continue reading →

Sorry. I can’t go for that. I don’t fault you for your choices but all of that kind of shit is behind me now. You spend your weekends and nights however you choose but my stalking days are over. I’m … Continue reading →

Hey. HEY! Don’t look around but pay attention: this is important. I come from the future in the midst of The Time Travel Endeavors and you you’re the one that’s finally gonna come up with the important technology that finally … Continue reading →

The sun is out and the sky is great. I’m waking up early after staying up late. Everything’s improving exponentially and I can’t help but be happy – temporarily. I’m starting all smiles. Snide comments are nary and existence is … Continue reading →

Your bio says you love me but I don’t think you do. Not how it counts. Not like I love you. And I do love you though the way I do is constrained, defined like the way you may love, … Continue reading →

These socks don’t match – each other or my pants. I don’t know what I’m wearing where I’m going whom I’m doing. It’s a strange day in a strange week and I don’t know what’s coming next. Is my hair … Continue reading →

Eventually, I realized, I got it wrong. When I was a kid and suspected that the universe simply ceased to exist the moment I left a room, that everything just blinked out when I was unavailable to experience it? That, … Continue reading →