Sunday, March 27, 2011


Can they smell my fear? I hunger for their hunger.

The nearness of the neck-breaking bite

clouds my vision; endorphins on high.


Friday, March 25, 2011

"Follow the Sound"

Fresh from a newly failed stab at independence, hot on the trail of the sound,
I’m moving back to New York.
I’ve grown tame and
the concrete jungle awaits.
I will be wild again, infected by the scents and sights of sooty snow,
burnt tobacco, fossil fuel filled exhalations.
I will stalk along these nearly never empty sidewalks seeking adventures;
new stories to tell in my own words.
Unless, of course, they find me first.