winter babies

I'm smoking a cigarette in the financial district and see a bundled up baby, with a clear plastic tarp over the top. This is my second winter here, but I never noticed these little space explorers before. I think it's really weird. I'm pretty sure that I didn't wear shoes, or a shirt, until I was nine.

-d

next stop, poetry. stand clear of the closing doors.

I wrote this while waiting for the Franklin Shuttle to move.

this train will not move

still not moving. now? no. damn.

S must stand for suck

I tried to make "conductor? more like consucktor" seven syllables, but it wasn't going to happen.

-d

envy

reason #6297