brewers baseball and things

you can believe in any road and follow it and really get into it or you can follow no road, just the wind and wherever it blows and death? creeping in? looming…

like
a
gargoyle

but i’m sure we share plenty in common, enough to invite gargoyle to the park and share a paper bag beer and a joint as the old barn door opens wild woooooooof…

i feel like i’ve done something wrong, a sin if you look at it through a biblical lens, a slip of gossip.

is this photo i took at the Snowdon subway stop a sign? the elevators going up and down and a crown of lights, 12 to be exact...

walking and looking up and buildings with canadian hickey logos…oops i mean hockey logos touching the sky. i’ve never received a hickey, never got a tattoo either….lucien l’allier street connecting to crescent street and hurley’s pub ,the...

Tyrone Sink. man, he took a lot of crap as a kid about his name, “Sinkhole,” being the name that stuck and as far as walking freely around town, he’d suffer the fate of many before him – the swirlie, hung from his feet, his head dunked in the toilet water and flushed and a yellow swirlie or a brown one….well, just put two and two together and you can understand why he sought ...

she can’t find her damn bone

can’t find a home

alone

is

she can’t find her damn home

can’t find her bone

alone

*Ahhhhhh, we found it.