Fucking pedestrians,

they follow no rules,

face no penalties,

observe no form

of common sense…

act with impunity,


have the law either

on their side,


simply turning a blind eye.

They are like Gods on the streets.

I envy them.

If I drove as they walk

I would surely have murdered

thousands by now.

Does not warrant

The woman in the SUV
saw me
playing my harmonica
in stop-and-go traffic,
it’s something I do
from time
to time
(I am trapped
in this mundanity,
am I not allowed
some outlet
for my soul?)
It was not
in the having been-seen
that I withered.
It was her diminishing nod
that said, at once,
“How nice,”
“I’m not judging, but…”
I was caught
at an open moment
and it felt just like
being stripped naked
and pushed out
into the world.
I shouldn’t have felt that way,
but then,
don’t I give
that same look
a thousand times
every day?
It’s not judgemental;
it’s worse:
It’s quiet dismissal.

Drove home in the rain

Sometimes you get down

it’s hard not to take it personally,

but the rain isn’t falling

just on you.

In a way, it would be easier

to think of the rain as your executioner:

there for you alone.

That’s a crazy kind of arrogance

but you can wrap it around yourself

like a warm blanket.

But when the things that bring you down

don’t tear everybody else down too

it just feels useless,

to be feeling anything at all.