Pedestrians ignoring the street corner preacher.
Traveling the infinite highway to freedom.
Chasing the American dream. Its elusive.
Conversing with unicorns and glow worms.
No coffee, her day is doomed.
Flailing about. Yelling loudly. Hot tempered.
The winds they are a blowing’.
Surrounded by sharks. No way out.
Kill time. Play along. Have fun.
He’s known as the ‘why’ man, for he is always asking the why of everything.
A head filled with scatterbrain ideas.
A toast to the human madness.
Eating cheese. Lots of cheese, as in Cheddar cheese. Yummy. Woke up in the morning, constipated. Not a good way to start off the day.
Passing time. Chewing gum. Blowing bubbles.
Sweeping the detritus off the sidewalk.
Took a walk on the tame side, not the wild one.
When Jimmy Jon is talking to anyone, he has a bad habit of squeezing the numerous zits, that cover his face and body. A dermatologist would have a field day trying to clean up the mess.
Elliott always walks backwards, because he wants to make sure that he didn’t miss anything. He believes in seeing and living in the past tense. He says that will never change.
He’s her tall drink of water.
Jim is having a wonderful conversation with the bathroom mirror.
As she was leaving, he said to her, “naked or clothed, I still love you, and that will never change.”
She’s savoring the all around beauty, of the numerous wild flowers.
She lives in a household full of mad, whacked-out people.
Living the life of a nomad.
Her Sunday breakfast special, soupy pancakes.
The daily daydreamers bus has arrived.
Willie and Wilma are at the kitchen table, drinking day-old brewed coffee, and both are wondering why it tastes like shit.
She’s basking in the fake sun, reading fake news, and working on her fake tan.
Delusional thoughts, warped ideas, a mind full of fabrications and he believes, that whatever he says is the truth, when he damn well knows they are lies, bullshit, etc., etc….
Agnes, the goddess of children’s story telling.
Sam was in his glory, as the woman behind the counter, gave him a bag of day old muffins and doughnuts. She also filled his thermos with fresh brewed coffee. Sam is homeless, and has no job. He forages in the dumpsters for returnable cans and bottles, which keeps him busy. Now he is thankful […]
Walking down the street, there was a sign in the window, Opening Soon! A different kind of restaurant. The name: Bring Your Own Food And Drinks Restaurant. We prepare and cook it. No waiters, waitresses and bus boys. Plus, the patrons wash the plates, cutlery, etc. Cost of doing business, is negotiable. The future of […]
Using the feather duster to sweep the floors. It’s going to be a while.
Not a good day, to deal with the village idiot. He is really, really out to lunch.
He spouts off so much bullshit, he has a shovel and bucket, to clean up his crap.
Flapping her lips. Not making sense.
She said, your hearing me, but not listening. He said, oh.
Made a fresh pot of coffee, and she never showed up.
He never does what the play book says to do. Just wings it, and hopes for the best out come.
Early in the evening, people of all walks of life, are giving the female dancer, thumbs up and clapping, while she does her routine, on a busy midtown street. She is thrilled that everybody appreciates what she does.
He’s happy. She’s smiling. All’s good.
Riding the express train of thoughts.
Eyes like daggers, panties wadded up in a knot, he knows not to say a word.
As she was heading to the door, she hollered out “never again, never again, you ruthless shit bag.”
Making a long story short. Done.
The wise man is uttering nonsense.
He’s a person with no morals.
Blustery winds doing a number with her freshly styled hair. It makes her like she was ready for a casting call, for a horror movie.
Fiddlin’ and diddlin’, all morning long.
The winds are blowing through, that sounds like a jet engine.
Done in a day’s time. Yup!
Lose the attitude. It’s truly demeaning.
Please sit. We need to talk.
Flies swimming in bowl of soup.
He’s known as the orange menace.
Riding the train to crazy ville.
She’s humming the rainy day blues.
The streets have an eerie feeling.
Orange man doesn’t save the day.
A dyed-in-the-wool jackass.
Clairvoyant said, “The future looks bleak.”
All aboard the train of thoughts.
Now that you are gone the chair at the table opposite me will always be there, if and when you decide to come back.
He’s a loose cannon, extraordinaire. Yup!
Speaking the truth is beneath him.
His brain is in sleep mode.
Now boarding, the ship of fools.
Waiting for the train to nowhere.
Thinking logically is not his calling.
A night owl on the prowl.
He tells a story, using flashcards.
Preaching to the choir for harmony.
The green look on his face says, he had something to eat, that certainly did not agree with him. Hello bathroom.
The jury’s back. Not looking good.
Moaning and groaning is his calling.
A nightmare on 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue.
His breath wreaks of cheap booze.
His boat doesn’t sail on water.
Snake oil salesmen, awash in Washington.
He and she, will forever be.
Sitting in the shade, enjoying life.
Gazing at the white, puffy clouds.
Watching paint dry, could be exhilarating.
He’s never wrong. So it goes.
He is the master of deceit.
So it goes. So it goes.
Whenever proven wrong, he won’t apologize.
She impressed him with her sensuality.
Free floating like a soaring eagle.
Buried the ax, all is forgiven.
He never socializes with his co-workers.
Spending quality time with no one.
Without warning, her coffee maker died.
He’s eating donuts, while skipping rope.
Truth and reality isn’t his forte.
She spends her evening, doing nothing.
She’s quiet as a church mouse.
He never liked being a conversationalist.
She’s on the balcony, star gazing.
She’s known as the naked poet.