Friday, November 14, 2008

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?


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