Chunks of Chelsea (New York)

We normally have a "no garbage" rule on the blog, but how can it be garbage if it's primordially eternal?

-MG


ardently notice this

Poor man's Expressionism,
poised and
clumsy fulgency slathered
askance the moon.
but why call him poor?
While he struts
in his luxurious coat
wool spun of rose

-VG