I feel the water running in the gutter to take the pulse of the city,
If we could only lay in the interscetion, embracing, sensing the
energy of the beneath.
Rest in peace 42nd street,
I will never let you down again.
may the pidgeons carry you far into the morning
the morning that was once reflected in the puddles I
traced as a child

This is from a band called NO MEANS NO that I saw a couple of times in the early 90's. My friend Stan was hanging out at the venue during the day and the band was there. Stan overheard that they needed a place to stay so the band spent the night at Stans and Burces' smoking pot and telling jokes. They had steak and eggs for breakfast. Bruce was so excited to tell us his luck to have them stay with him, he said, "So you see, they are light partiers and not vegetarian like we once thought!"

"Even in this madness we will survive."

So I was laying on the grass last night and I was
staring up at the sky and I saw three distinct flases of light.
I gazed up and a voice came out of the sky saying, "everything you need to
know is written outside of the 711 on 500 N and University Ave." So I rushed
down there and arrived with such anticipation that I had to go in and
get a 44 oz DIet Coke and a pack of Ho Ho's. I went outside and looked down in
front of me and it was written, "Do not trust any one behind a taco cart
for the next three and a half months."

Your eyes are like colliding tractor trailers driven by lone gunman.

I attend the cathedral in the alley of 51st and St. Washington,
People walk by, of the Mass unknowingly occurring,
Incense rides the air from the man hole in the street,
shattered Heineken bottle vomits sunlight upon the wall creating a broken cross
one of the followers has drawn with chalk, next to "Bob Lackey was here."
Pigeons stop and stare sensing the spirit of the congregation of castaway, broken men sleeping off the night before, occasionally wetting themselves and yet remaining holy followers of the faith.
Sometimes I, when I have it, I give a dollar to the plate. but always a bended knee to the cross.



Ever since the latest Linkin Park album came out last year I have always skipped two songs. They were in protest of the current administration. I would find myself tense and angry and afraid. Today was the first day that I have listened to those songs with a wonderful sense of pride and optimism. We finally did it friends!

I want to take you into my arms and tighten so you will know someone is there
I want to show you my scars
I want to shake you
I want to take you to the natural history museum and show you the mastodon
I want to cut myself in front of you to see if you are real
I want to collect a little bit of the blood to put in a vial so you have something to hang from your rear view mirror
I want to scare you just to tell you everything will be alright
I want to stare into your eyes and see if I can get them to dialate just by thinking about it
I want to stay up just to watch you sleep
I want you to live