Thursday, March 8, 2012

Day 357: Nightscape

Golden winter moon
Shines on old sloping rooftops
Like a polished coin

Friday, March 2, 2012

Day 356: I'm exaggerating

They will pry the keys
To our rent-stabilized digs
From my cold, dead hands

Our apartment is a glorified closet by non-New York standards, but it's a glorified closet with a separate kitchen, hardwood floors, and a negligible annual rent increase. Okay, so rent-stabilized apartments are pretty common. Don't rain on my parade.

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Day 355: Mysteries

Those pants on your head
Tell us something about you
But I'm not sure what

Thursday, February 23, 2012

Day 354: On the Brink

Crack that blasted gum
One more time in my left ear
And I will end you

I am not a violent person, but we all have our limits.

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Day 353: Jamaica, Queens; 3:30 PM

High schoolers unleashed
Pushing, shrieking, holding hands
An orgy of youth

Monday, February 6, 2012

Day 352: Impromptu vase

A bright green rain boot
Full of pale pink peonies
Wrapped in cellophane

Day 351: Sugar rush

A tall twitchy man
Paces, holding a large cake
Grumbling to himself

Periodically he would get very angry and pantomime throwing the cake onto the tracks. For reasons I can't quite explain this made me incredibly nervous.