Thursday, February 18, 2010

Stone Cutters

Train horn sounding, its the 5:03 special chugging down the Matanzas marsh. A thick ale drunk at 11 p.m. burns in my liver waking me at 4 a.m.
Read a status update from an old friend in brooklyn...

Cary: free bird on the frozen NJ turn pike makes me warm for Jax
Me: nipply here right at the moment, kind of like your grandmothers calico afghan slipping off in the middle of the night after sliding the A.C. thermostat to 60, or getting stuck in a library after a quick downpour. I wish I could bottle the cold and drink a quart for those sticky dog day afternoons in late August.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

i love how mister alligator continuously creeps into your artwork! xo-b

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