Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Congestion Pricing

1) Concrete lawn, dark matter, dwarf stars...honks, blares, car service creeps tap horns just as the medicinal sun arrives over the twin oil tanks.

2) Laughter or tears stir the vacuum of hate.

3) It seems every time I turn around there's another breath of fresh air leaving town. Where money comes in guilt is, by nature, imperative and loosely based on scandal or contempt for other human beings. Riding home on the train you are not aware of your identity -- as what? The opal sky you curtail by missing the genuine pump of it as you race into the arms of one Locust B. God. Because art wins over commerce only in our dreams or should I say "see you in your dreams honey."

4) My foe went to charm school. Charming as a blood clot.

5) The meteor in my throat drives a hard bargain.

6) The way a glove looks alive even when there's no hand in it.


Blogger Jeremy said...

I really like this congestion, Todd.

-Jeremy Czerw

3:37 PM  

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