under the knife, over the edge

How do you loose something that wasn’t grasped to begin with?

A veritable life in the hands


A half mile down the street

In clips and phrases.

No Joe, don’t go running off with that.

Bring it here.

Jimmy, quit being a bad influence; all upside down and backwards like

Strumming that tune on his six string

I used to play along

Now I just drape my legs over the edge

And watch the cars go by.

single beam

Cutting through, holding back the river

The weight of it all is waiting to shine through.

A squirrel perched, opens its arms – allowing for a movement

With the focus of free form flight.

Wouldn’t it be nice to trust our own judgement

Basking in the glory

Of the single beam on repeat

On repeat

on repeat

Skipping over that last part

Saw how you jumped ten feet

Without asking.

Saw how you talked the talk

conversing with yourself

Getting that there answer

in the form of a question unasked.

grand central station

Coming in to play, ripping out the signs

that only pointed in one direction.

I gave it my all, as was the command; still though

It wasn’t enough to pay the fare.

Good thing I know my way around

through the back doors and entrances,

Cordoned off from the rest

Behind the green glass door.

coffee. on.

This place has changed hands several times; this round, it’s another coffee shop.

We travel through the city, picking out landmarks to film.

The glasses were free, it was the drink you paid for.

Caught on candid camera; the entire archives getting merged over to a new platform system with little to no preparation. It failed miserably and had to be completely redone. Every drink was made to order, every order was out of sync, every sync was dirty – they merged. They merged.

A new craze hitting the town, now permeating into the dreamland; bubbling. That’s what they called it there anyhow. It was the sum total of all the things. They had unlocked the combination.

The empty pleas

Refill please