Archive for March, 2010


March 31, 2010

There on the steps with a beer in the hand below the noisy whispers of the second-floor apartment chatter, crossed with the city-lit thoroughfare, was a wrinkly old notepad soaking the drops condensing on the can. Yes, this is the day that fell out of the womb of a smoke-stained poet in a roofless room.

Oh yes, it is almost time to celebrate the art of celebration.