Tuesday, March 21, 2006. Welcome all, be ye seekers of wisdom, mauraders of mirth or assholes like me. Kids and some old dirty hippies yelled outside the recruiters office, walked a couple blocks and then stood in the street and yelled obscenities at cops. Except yelling dirty things at cops. We all know bad cops suck. Why? Hey- -do I get coolly kid hipster points for iron.

Friday, May 30, 2008. On the corner of 2 nd. Street and Broadway there sits a small diner. Its not much to speak of, just your average greasy-spoon type joint. The coffee is crap and the waitresses, who have worked there for years, know it. HANKS sits blazing in blue neon on the roof. To a small building otherwise lost in the sky reaching metropolitan. Forest of glass and concrete.

My belly is cold,. In spring the daisy tree. Branches full of blooms,. Daisy flesh left to rot on. I carried armfuls indoors,. Petals shrivel on their hubs. In the trees the big birds. Over and over, the same melody,.