Opening my heart again reminded me of the time I drank a glass of apple cider vinegar. “It’s good for the growth of healthy bacteria,” Sweetiesixteen1993 said in the comments of a Yahoo chat forum [...]
the irish channel
tonight its back to the cold and dark hard grime and dogs my little pallette on the floor on st. mary's street, the manchac waits a shell of a house, i ride up fast to the door to cut through wind, lift the brick for the key to this brackish reality...
this place is a temple a religion all its own every watering hole blessed a site of holy pilgrimage and every pilgrim you meet on these streets trying to get right with god, you see...
Tragically struggling under steamrollers
I keep waiting for the sirens and the cigarettes, other people to light their own sweet city dreams. I keep waiting for the rust to takeover, for the ground to soften some. I keep waiting for that blaring rush of sound, the bright lights of fire trucks rushing past me in the springtime dark and I can tell I'm starting to lose my sense of smell.