Grizzled metalhead
Like his Motorhead t-shirt
Has seen better days
He'd cut the sleeves off to show off his arms, which were covered in tattoos of big-haired rock stars, flames, the AC/DC logo, and an inexplicable memorial portrait of Waylon Jennings.
I was going to link to Motorhead's official site, but it's kind of scary. Not so much because of the skulls and stuff, but because those guys are pushing 70. Also, it looks like the meth is catching up with them.
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Day 301: Ouch
A long sharp hatpin
Twirls across the subway floor
Looking for a foot
Is your tetanus up to date?
Twirls across the subway floor
Looking for a foot
Is your tetanus up to date?
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Day 300: <--------Day 300! Hell yeah!
Sweet coconut bits
Enrobed in burnt sugar, like
Edible jewels
Nuts 4 Nuts is my kryptonite, so let's raise a tiny wax paper bag of sugary deliciousness in celebration.
Enrobed in burnt sugar, like
Edible jewels
Nuts 4 Nuts is my kryptonite, so let's raise a tiny wax paper bag of sugary deliciousness in celebration.
Day 299: What are you looking at?
That's right, Mr. Ink
Huff and puff when people stare
At your tattooed face
While I'm sure most body art has deep spiritual and artistic significance, I have to assume that at least part of its purpose is to attract attention. If you really don't want people to gawk at your tattoo, get it on your butt.
Huff and puff when people stare
At your tattooed face
While I'm sure most body art has deep spiritual and artistic significance, I have to assume that at least part of its purpose is to attract attention. If you really don't want people to gawk at your tattoo, get it on your butt.
Day 298: Snow White
Her froth of white hair
Like a crisp shiny meringue
Fresh from the oven
I would rather go snow white than gray, but I'm not sure I want my hair to move into confection-helmet territory.
Like a crisp shiny meringue
Fresh from the oven
I would rather go snow white than gray, but I'm not sure I want my hair to move into confection-helmet territory.
Monday, June 27, 2011
Reader Submission: A Modest Submission from 6feet1
From the very funny 6feet1, who occasionally rants here:
Friend, that subway pole
Is not yours. Hands only, please.
Are you a stripper?
Ah yes, the subway pole dance. As someone who tries really hard not to touch anything on the subway, I don't understand the people who wrap their entire bodies around the pole.
Friend, that subway pole
Is not yours. Hands only, please.
Are you a stripper?
Ah yes, the subway pole dance. As someone who tries really hard not to touch anything on the subway, I don't understand the people who wrap their entire bodies around the pole.
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Day 297: As seen on 42nd Street
A Ghandi-esque man
Pedals a girl's bicycle
Pink streamers flying
That's a new one for me. The man was tall, frail, and clad in a long white tunic and trousers. He rode his pink and white child-sized bike down the crowded sidewalk next to Bryant Park, smiling and waving his best Queen Elizabeth wave. There's a story there.
Pedals a girl's bicycle
Pink streamers flying
That's a new one for me. The man was tall, frail, and clad in a long white tunic and trousers. He rode his pink and white child-sized bike down the crowded sidewalk next to Bryant Park, smiling and waving his best Queen Elizabeth wave. There's a story there.
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