Not quite the whole cherry

there are no photos from all the way Back then but I don’t need them To see what They would show. You and me drunk And in a muddle my head turned In your direction Waiting They ask you the questions You shrug I Say it doesn’t matter We are always chasing The attention of…

When Not Writing A Book #2

The 109 tram has a man on it that smells unpleasant. He is wearing dirty jeans and sneakers. He has bloodshot eyes with dark bags underneath them. He is standing at the front and not standing still. ”I need to get to the corner of smith st.” He says to nobody in particular. I am…