Poetry...

Written 1 November, 2008 in Tomb (the bar), Georgetown, Washington DC

Hollowed Oak
hard shell and watered full

Silent twist - contorts frankly

tumbles with the waves
until it tumbles against
and cautiously rolls back


Written 26 November, 2008 on a stoop with a cigarette, Chinatown, New York City

Doesn't want the ten-dollar foot rub
But rather he wants to want - to want
the impulse to take
whatever a city
throes at its candidates for change

Change - the percolating pitter-patter,
pedestrians being pedestrian,
Proving that travelers walk
but the city moves
- with or without the foot rub.