The Iambic Commuter |
And so I go to wash my sins awayIn Central Park or someplace less than grandA tourist that is eight years in the frayYet some days lacks a stable place to standThe music blares upon this train I rideA...
Posted by Nick on Fri, 23 May 2008 01:28:00 PST |
Being a New Yorker...and credit, I cannot take. |
I didn't write it. In fact, I wouldn't have even known about it, save for the email from Miss Laura 'Dilly'. And thanks to Laura...sincerely, thanks...You got a problem with that?Why do New Yorkers ...
Posted by Nick on Wed, 21 May 2008 11:58:00 PST |
Akin to Skin |
The years have said that I've changed,Yet not for the betterI now have a set of skinFor every kind of weatherI climb out of a shellEvery single dayAnd find who I want to beDrenched and coldResilientWi...
Posted by Nick on Tue, 19 Feb 2008 10:37:00 PST |
Chapter Two |
The city room blazes with activity. Every reporter, in harmony. That is, if harmony means something akin to automoton droids chained to their desks like pit bulls ready and wi...
Posted by Nick on Fri, 31 Aug 2007 02:54:00 PST |
Step right. Step left. |
I trace my fingers on the shadows that lingerAnd they're not mineStep right. Step left.And I'm left to my own devicesWith prices placed on trinkets I'm longing to sellYet the buyers rebuttleWith thei...
Posted by Nick on Tue, 06 Mar 2007 12:19:00 PST |
Preface and Chapter One... |
Prologue The autumn chill has just begun to flirt with subduing summer's warmth. I sip from a small cup and enjoy the ambiance of the open air café. College students recently returning from their re...
Posted by Nick on Sun, 04 Feb 2007 02:57:00 PST |
