UrbanNomad

So again today follows the underworld’s uprisingstorm clouds coiling to Hades modern breath…...There was midnight revolution in the cold currentas I slept-half under the city’s blanketunaware th

Reflections of a NomadForeclosure is the only outcometo this mortgage which has indebted mean existence of normality-solitary confinement I suppose.Expectations are a dangerous thing,a plaster on a sm

He who receives baptism by rain at 3a.m.not renewed from yesterday’s ritual piss up;a twelve-dollar bottle with the supermarket voucherhis warm companion worn like a cotton blanketto survive cold bu

Ah, wasting away in an old roomI have too much space to thinkand not enough to [live] or [move]-the sun won't come here againafter first light draws closed.

I heard that insanityis more of a repetitionthan anything else. Continuingactions past the used by datewith old hands and thoughts.I am not insaneI am not irrationalA Geologist tracing his path ...

I heard that insanityis more of a repetitionthan anything else. Continuingactions past the used by datewith old hands and thoughts.I am not insaneI am not irrationalA Geologist tracing his path ...

My own happinesspatches of sun on the valley floorwherever that great rift opens, nomadwe are bound to Earth as movable stonesand nothing warms likepatches of sun on the valley floor

Stay here, strangeryou are tired in your home of your home until it is home no morerest easy-but do not sleepthe night blanket here to comfort you remember home