This street recalls
An endless game
Of broken lights
And cellophane
Convenience
Constructed curbs
A wad of gum
A sprayed curse word
And through it all
I find myself
When I’m less tired
In better health
Among the crowd
The great unwashed
Gratious still
A human lost
Tag Archives: human
Huge Manitee
There is one day of the year when we celebrate human rights.
Makes me a little worried about stepping outside on the other 364 days.
(Sorry for the picture quality – too many reflections in this shop front) 
Real people?
Who is that guy? Some kind of deep-sea monster slaying aquanaut? Does he use his giant watch for battling giant squid? Does he even need to know what time it is?
Talk about unrealistic standards. Maybe if I buy one of these watches I too can be a hyper-real image of a man emerging from the frozen ocean – no, wait, water resistant to 10m. Never mind. Standing knee deep in surf for the rest of my life isn’t really all that appealing.
C.T. Curio 