What are they up to?

10/7/2021 a singular they, their's

“Not only because of sitting every day — Old photos — memories appearing as if by intelligent design has me looking at myself and saying, ‘What is he up to?’”

more for the memories of dancing at the punk club — The Continental — in Buffalo — NY — than an ode to being as The Passenger — Not everyone agrees with my karmic choices — after my first marriage — it took a long time to stop apologizing — my second wife — my first GFF — is much more forgiving”

“Imagine the dance floor sticky with spilled beer — swirling through the air a cigarette you don’t smoke — couldn't stand it then — just for the glow”

I am the passenger
I stay under glass
I look through my window so bright
I see the stars come out tonight
I see the bright and hollow sky
Over the city's ripped backsides
And everything looks good tonight

“All the bodies swirling around you in the multicolored dim —punctuated by bright — indeed ‘Everything looks good tonight’ — even the stranger in the mirror you’re dancing with — A Dashiki — repurposed chemical-warfare jacket died purple — and 6? Yes — 6 earrings — their unsmoked cigarette’s red cherry looping in perfect syncopation with your own”

Oh, the passenger
They rides and they rides
They sees things from under glass
They looks through their window side
They sees things they knows are their’s
They sees the bright and hollow sky
They sees the city sleep at night
They sees the stars are out tonight
And all of it is yours and mine
And all of it is yours and mine
So let's ride and ride and ride and ride


Well, y’all, Tracy is heading off on an engineering trip. I’m planning on getting y’all some fresh images. Maybe some suggestive foliage shots? Enjoy the ride!

Con/Jur/d, 10/7/2021