Mag 85, 10/2/11

The East river lapped and rose; the sky grew smoggy and vapor began to undulate.
Two steaming coffee mugs lost their handles. The turkey vulture that had encircled
my patch of green all day, landed with a Boom becoming the elephant
that had strangled his handler.I awoke gasping and threw Carl Jung's book hard across the room-

Sunday 160, 10/2/11 "Lament"

My truck, my truck,

a kingdom for a truck-

I wish I could afford something newer

it's 4x4 single cab, 8' bed.

12 plus years old-the rust & rot is terrible!