an apocryphal
sweltering
as a culture
 the movement
 was a shadow
 spectacle and racial divide were
focus grouped
 their colors were chosen
  "never wear blue"
time to go bye bye
  don the judicial robes
the footwear path strewn
with Nikes and K-Swiss 
 the costume of insanity

we dance the night sweats




  

the suffocating allure
of the invisible;
we start and stop
we sweat
we drink
smoke fills the room
music is playing loudly
three girls come out of bathroom

Brooke dahlia effigy
 sworn on the blackboard
garish socks
  and cement gum sticking to shoes
bracing for mid town sweat and grit
the cars parked in a row
  she walks the dog in a stroller
 poor things hips are bad
said the doc
 the camera's on the tripod
8x10 view of a night sky
 with the Chrysler Building
she waits at home
 the boy's drinking Coca-Cola
he paints it
FIN

Palladium prints 1992? Dawn & Naomi

She had a half of a cigarette
 but "Do you have an American Spirit?"
 I told her the
 "It's my last one."
 even though it was the truth
   she lit her half cigarette
 took two drags
 and then put it out
"gotta save it"
then she went back in to Spec's

the point of no return
 even if you're a Roman Emperor
shopping at The Emporium

there was no sun
just fog in san francisco on August 1st
 at least in my neighborhood

the betterment of sobriety began in a Mexican bar
  with two limes
 

 D.C. 2006

the american werewolf
  was insistent
upon the time
trains are not important
music is playing
 there was a backdraft and his hands were
sticky from eating a chocolate covered mint
  it was not in Slovenia
 the via ferrata the
iron way
he teetered occasionally
on the brink of disaster
 but there was no silver to worry him
only the ticking of the clock