stop and go man

dream: they built a set of traffic lights just up the road from my parents place painted yellow as was the fashion in some previous decade “how odd,” we said to one another such a big solution for two small streets. »

brunswick

sometimes i miss you more than i can say with your little streets full of lonely things you were my first inner city suburb i did my best to walk every inch of you i nearly bought a house in the same old street but it seemed like time had overcome me each time i return my camera won’t leave my hand there’s always another angle »

descending for now

a simple mission clouded by short bursts of rain we saw a few unfamiliar streets before escaping for food and shelter on the “football train” or so the sign said a few stations down the line. »

the carnival within

when i sleep tonight i’ll throw myself into the ink hands behind head trying to invent another pleasant distraction for a whole third of my day when i rise tomorrow it’ll all be forgotten for the most part but moments will appear in tiny flashbacks all through the week. »