Impeccable bulbs

is there always light
beyond
the hinges
beyond the beaks
of the cowbird
that rests inside
my weary hands?

maybe if you
want a maybe
out of life

or

maybe not
if you know
how to turn
on
the light.

for me the hope
springs
from chance
situations
and the art
of the revolving
door.

something that
hinges on itself
in a circular motion,
something that doesn't know the
definition of “stop”.

Photo by Dustin Whitehead.  Words by Joshua Long.

toys

….

it's halloween again i suppose

he said happy day

i birthed it

she thought

and who's fault was that

….

sacrificial lam-post next to nuclear divide we found a promise from a man

political

follow my banter

or don't

i'll listen to jessi j radio on pandora

….

next to smelly afternoon emo haircut (woman?)

girl

lady

sillyafterthoughttoolong

moving on

….

friday night is twenty four hours away

i can promise you that

me:

busy smelling flowers

this is a chicago summer

Photo by Fred Watford.  Words by Dustin Whitehead.

"Fashion"

 

Everybody's got 

a peacock's moronic pride
'cause their clothes are hip

 

 Painting by Christina Steele.  Haiku by Randy Conner.