things never worked out for me the way I thought they would. Or the way I was told they would. 2.5 kids.2.5 mortgages. picket fence.xyz. leave it to beaver and he left it alone.
I can't tell you how many time I lay awake at night just looking into the darkness trying to see my way. the idealistic life of the 50's was a lost ideal...lost to the hustle and bustle of the new paradigm. the 21st century digital boy and girl. we had no time for it. there was too much to be done.


there are points in time and space that thousands of points of light intersect and cross and shoot off into outer space, blinding the eyes of the watchers and extending beyond the 5th dimension. A straight line does not stop and continues on into infinity. And so do I .

In the cold rainy night I was alone and the asphalt temperature was 42 degrees. Cars drove past and a mist from their rear tires rose up into the air. When it is raining your tires never really touch the pavement. You are perpetually hydroplaning, always floating in the viscera. Never connected to anything, always separated from a reality that you may or may not have created.

sun beam

she sat, longingly looking out the north facing bay window. On pastel plastic coated cushions engineered to fit the precise patterns architects seven states away slaved 6 months over with sweat and tears with their jobs on the line......she reclined.
slightly built slender fingers held the left side of her cheek and her chin rested in her palm. she sighed.
her vision danced across the inventory of a back yard where various miscellaneous parts of cars and motorcycles littered the green canvas.
a tree with a swing
a swimming pool

she was angry
so she told him so

the smell of his shaving gel awoke visions of early childhood while her dad was still alive. Early mornings before school, Saturdays when the family had french toast together watching cartoons.

going for a car ride


"I can find another girlfriend who isnt mad at me all the time!"
"who isnt a fucking bitch!" 

he said while he was shaving

"who doesn't bitch about all the shit I do wrong!"  .... he yelled
"I can go find a girlfriend who doesn't bitch all the fucking time!"

she looked down at the potted plants in front of here, there was a bright sunny beam piercing the bay window warming her face.