LOISAIDA GRAFFITI 1

part of a HOWL mural

POSTCARD FROM NEW YORKSHIRE 3

Near the north end of Lafayette
Just up by Lieutenant Petrosino Square
Stands a raggedy man most days
Unless it rains
With a club in his hand
He lines up mini milk cartons
And attempts to chip them into litter bins
From fifty feet
Some locals sit on benches
Ignoring the innocent projectiles
That fly and pop all around

APPARENTLY

You can't see the wood for the trees....

SKATEY BONES GATHERS SOME DROSS

BROOKLYN BRIDGE

CUMBRIAN MORNING (JANUARY)

CURIOUS WORD 4

MISONEISM :   noun          the hatred for anything new.

THE OLD BRO AND THE SEA

I'd like to catch a shark in my kayak...

They don't make good sushi. It's because of the fins. 

CREDIT CRUNCHED

Rolling Stone magazine this week...

POSTCARDS FROM NEW YORKSHIRE ... TWO

( AHM WALKING NYHERE !)

We walk here

Under the shadow of a rose

Blue skies and no clouds

On Bowery

We look up

Unlike the locals

Who only wonder why

We hinder their progress

By keeping to our left

INCONTINENTSEQUENTIALITY*

No realia brought today
Lain out white and labelled
Umpteen phantoms of some sizes
Illustrate the fables
Abstract masks, fluid disguises
Metaphor measured like prizes
Puckered over by the wisest
Sat around the table




* an unrestrained dribbling of matter that does not

POSTCARDS FROM NEW YORKSHIRE… ONE

The East Side Lower is grand

There was a guy on a bench

With his arse and balls hanging out

It was an anatomical cacophony

I have to step over rivulets

Of piss and puke

But not every morning

It’s just like home

You would love it

TAKE AWAY

FIVEWAYS TONIGHT!

Not really, just felt like it here.

It is Mt.Blanc, I think, in December.