CELL PHONE SET #33

A MID-SUMMER'S NIGHT DREAM

She's standing under the El

patiently waiting

An off-orange glow, dull

spotted with headlights

that peak her interest

A large pink bra under

a black lace see-through shirt

a short leather skirt

pleasantly protruded in the back

She is waiting with patience

standing under the El

Her hair is black, frizzy

covering her face slightly

She leans on one side

her elbow resting on her

full-bodied hip

A big purse dangles

to rest on her back,

added to the landscape

of soft leathered mounds

Patterned nylons that

match the shadowed

chain-link fences

all around

Her big body pedestaled

by little black high-heeled boots

The pavement is dry

adding allegorical truth

It is a Sunday at Midnight

The air is heavy with sweat

She waits, nothing happening,

Not yet

On Kensington Avenue

a hot summer night

this living diorama

sits about perfectly right

UNAWARE

I'm hidden in the shadows

I move as they move

going down dark roads

row houses, one way streets

I'm hidden in the shadows

I'm always inside

I'm always inside

I'm always inside the city

Unaware

sick husbands, lonely wives

leading secret terrible lives

in the brick boxes

painted a color to make you

feel a certain way

the things we get into

trapping ourselves inside these walls

selfish desire

immediacy

blinded

lack of intimacy

it makes no sense in the city

where there's temptation

around every dark corner

I'm always inside

I'm always inside

I'm always inside the city

Unaware

CELL PHONE SET #32

Cell Phone Set #32. Enjoy. The top photo explains itself. The middle photo is of a friend of my family's. He goes by "Buzzy". He scraps metal and resells just about anything he finds, for a living. He helped my family clean out my grandmother's yard. A true American, he can pick up just about any, meaningless-looking piece of metal and tell you exactly what it goes to and what it is used for.

The bottom photo is of a hardware store is South Philly that specializes in making keys. It has been around since the early 1900's. Even if out of the way, I suggest you go there to have your keys made, at least once.

NORTH PHILADELPHIA ON A COLD WINTER MORNING

North Philadelphia on a cold winter morning.

All the working class lovers leaving their lovers' warm beds,

meeting the cold air.

Getting on the train above Kensington Avenue.

Watching the landscape of rooftops and icy streets, below.

Quiet, grey skies and abandoned buildings becoming nature.

Her warm body covered by a winter coat,

her flesh just recently caressed.

She will ride the train, she will sit next to strangers

She will enter the day with a cold body & chapped lips

Her neck was just kissed, her thighs caressed.

The skin on both were warm & soft

She doesn't look happy, but she might be.

JOEY & KARIN, RIDING THE TRAIN

Joey has "Joey" tattooed on his neck,

he keeps pushing her hair from her face to behind her ear

They are both in their mid-40's

They are riding the train to Frankford, to the Northeast

Officer Gritsko is in a white shirt

He is watching the couple, too.

The man lets the woman listen to his headphones,

her head is on his shoulder.

They ride the train.

He gives her a sip of his soda, her legs are in his lap.

"Karin" is tattooed on his hand, the hand that touches her leg.

The tattoo is beginning to fade.

Joey & Karin, riding the train.

CELL PHONE SET #31

It's been a very long time. Things are at an incredible crawl.

I was working a job retiling the floor of a very large church in Northeast, Philadelphia. It took me about an hour to get to work every day. The job lasted 5 weeks. Every morning I would wake up at 4:30 to catch a 5:00 train. I took the top photo one day, while waiting for it. I also worked on a new poem at this time, that might appear on here in the next posting. It was quite the ride. Beautiful views, especially in the colder seasons. I suggest riding the El to the end at this hour, at this time of year, at least once in your life. That is, if you have a truly open mind & appreciate peculiar forms of beauty.

The second photo is of a nice, modern American scene.

The bottom is of two of my friends while Francisco Franco was on our small 3 day tour a few months back. We went for a walk in Far Rockaway.

These three photos work very well together.

ROOSEVELT BOULEVARD 052611

It's 6 a.m. in the morning

A single mother & her son

are driving down Roosevelt Boulevard

in a late 90's grey Geo Prism.

The car's radio is pulled out of the dashboard

and it is sitting on the little boy's lap.

He is turning the dial with his left hand

while staring out of the passenger side window.

The wires are exposed and the sun is rising.

A light summer fog is in the air.

LAST WEDNESDAY

Johnson Homes Complex

In the Hearts of Religion

the empty heart of a young boy

CELL PHONE SET #30

It's been a while. Here is Cell Phone Set #30. Bad news, my present cell phone doesn't have a camera, or it does, but it has a broken camera. These are old photos.

The top one is my grandmother & her friend talking about their legs swelling from old age. I wheeled my grandmother over so she could say hi to her friend. The middle is a bunch of crushed cans outside of the scrap-metal place where I have made a bit of money. The bottom is a Philadelphia Water Department truck with very nice decorations on the front of it.

This might be the end of the cell phone sets unless I can salvage some more from my old photos. Thanks.

SON OF ADOLF

The Son of Adolf is walking down Howard St.
The Son of Adolf is yelling in broad daylight

An American flag hangs off the rooftop of a rowhouse behind him
The trees are in full bloom, he doesn't notice

The Son of Adolf

wearing blue camouflage shorts
carrying a black duffle bag
His blue eyes glisten
His blonde hair hidden by a hat
He yells, I listen:

"Don't mess with a mess,
You're not gonna light up,
you're gonna burn, bitch
If you want to suck my dick
you're gonna have to lick my ass...
I am the Son of Adolf"

SCRIBBLINGS FROM A NOTEBOOK #2

A girl in a wedding dress waiting at a New Jersey bus-stop,
uncut grass all around

Cold & brutal ambient destruction, ruthless pounding

Slowly seeping into your subconscious, pleasantly taking control,
planting seeds, making suggestions
thinking that it's your own decision

The smell of shitberries fill the small alleyways of Center City, Philadelphia: Quince, Latimer, St. James

My girl Missy never comes but she's always here:
teasing & tempting but never letting.

Guido Charlie, Aryan Lucy & Black Stan

Saucer of Loneliness, Eugene Andolsek, Crime Dreams, Savage Skulls, Roberto Fonseca

Hatred, Pains & Positivity

When I'm laying in that hearse, so peaceful & nice

When I a make a selfish decision it seals my fate

Melanie Hammond Smith, Little David Speaker, VRILL

Inherited laziness, cultural egomania, thinking suicide is a punishment

Loud Spanish music in a Kensington bar

"A Normal Man's Biggest Wish"

I have a catalog of your fears stashed away in my brain.

It's the Masonic Devil in me, perpetuating secret societies. Unlinked, unbeknownst other than to others with the same unseen character.

Wes Almond, Les Montgomery, Summer Bump

Cocaine Dreams, Codeine Pre Sleep

"In Atlantic City, on Pacific Avenue, at the Abel Manor, you can't fall asleep", She cried.

Monoculture, human future, Crack Cocaine, Heroin, LSD,
When I am Old

"Hey Little Woman"

actual scribblings from a notebook, not a poem, no phrases were written in relation to each other if there is a space between them

CELL PHONE SET #29

Another Cell Phone Set. Number 29. Not much to say about these. The top photo is my new apartment. It's on the same street that I live on now. Bottom photo: note the modified cardboard box cages on the top.

MY HAGGARD MILF

She was a waitress, she smoked for years

and in 12 years she hasn't cried a single tear

She loves a good drink and needs a young man

its not even clear if she does this to feel young again

Her skin is like leather and her lips the same

her jacket too, the leather to conceal the pain

She was married to at least one alcoholic bear

I know this by his initials tattooed on her ear

sometimes when we are finished and laying there

I hear a perfect silence, a stillness in the air

My Haggard MILF doesn't love me

and I like it that way

FETIÇO

Standing, hiding in an alleyway

watching people look over their shoulders.

I make a slight ruffling sound and

watch them look around.

There's a thin coat of snow on the ground

but that doesn't matter very much

I got here, to this receded doorway

before it landed.

I'm looking in the windows.

Watching steam rise from the sidewalk

Watching my breath meet the air

Passerby's, imagining someone to be watching

thinking what kinds of things I could be thinking.

Quickening their pace,

wondering if in the receded doorway

they actually caught a glimpse

of a hidden man's face.

I don't know exactly what's going to happen tonite

That's why I came down here.

Hidden between the buildings

testing others & my own fear.

CELL PHONE SET #28

Finally another cell phone set. This one is #28. It's been a while.

The top photo was taken on Allegheny Avenue, near Kensington Ave. This cross looked pretty ominous in the foreground of a smoke-filled sky. It was taken the same day as a previously posted picture, the middle photo of Cell Phone set #25.

The middle photo is more of a story than a photo. The middle emblem is approximately 8 ft. tall. It is on the wall of a biker gang's clubhouse. Their name, obviously, is the Savage Skulls. They are a Puerto Rican gang that originated in the Bronx in the 70's. Their is a documentary from that era, documenting them, called "80 Blocks from Tiffany's". You can watch it in 8 parts on youtube. I learned all of that after I happened upon their Philadelphia clubhouse. The only way you can get in, is to know somebody. To go their with somebody who, by bringing you there, vouches for you. It is on a very bleak & relatively miserable tiny alleyway, location undisclosed. It looks like an abandoned row-house. One of the many men there, with this logo on their jacket, stands blocking the doorway. You walk up an unlit set of stairs where, at the top, a few more leather jacket wearing men frisk you. Once up stairs there are multiples pool tables, couches, strippers, a stripper pole, early 80's rap music, a bar with only 2 kinds of beer & this giant logo painted on the wall. Not very many people go there & those that do seem to be very respectful & friendly with one another. If you want more stories than that, you'll have to ask in person.

The bottom photo was taken last September. This is the legendary, "Frank the Gripper" holding a riot shield and his middle finger up. Taken at work, during a bit of down time.

CONFESSIONS OF A CREEPER (abridged)

I creep at the bottom

learning how disgusting all of humanity is

and what kind of animals we all have

inside of us, finding subtle pleasures

in a perverted world.

CHARLENNI'S FATHER

C and Loudon

Margarita Garabito did it with a metal broomstick

The wound on her head, stuffed with gauze,

covered with a weave, held on by pins, was

7 inches long, 4 inches wide

Charlenni's father hung himself

Suicide from the guilt

after her death, in his jail cell

C and Loudon

Margarita Garabito did it with a metal boomstick

It had been going on for over a year

This, and the mysterious vaginal tears

made her life a pure living hell

Charlenni's father hung himself

Suicide from the guilt

after her death, in his jail cell

true story

CELL PHONE SET #27

Cell Phone Set #27. It's been a long time. A very long time. I had to get something out of me, before progressing. Actually, I was preparing for a long European music tour and now it is over. I am back in the United States of America. I am back to the land of modern day cultural imperialism. Very nice. Enjoy this set, I am back & ready to get back into the swing of posting. But of course, moderately, maybe one post per week until January. Then every other week... to keep you wanting, because I know you're waiting, faithfully.

The top photo was taken in Lancaster County, the land of the Amish. I came across this couple at a very big farmer's market that happens every Monday. I asked them, but basically they were asking anyone to take this picture. I'm not exactly sure which one was in the sidecar & which one was driving.

The middle photo was taken minutes from my house, on Lehigh Avenue. Devoted Phillies fan.

The bottom photo was also taken only minutes from my house but on Berks Avenue, at the infamous, and previously posted, "Cousins". This kind of thing is common in most parts of the world. Dead, purple feet carved off and made available for eating. It's great, I wish, privacy aside, I could tell you what this reminds me of.

THE CREEPER SITS

The Creeper Sits

looking at the girls in dresses

with legs that could hold him like arms,

he means no harm

the Creeper sits

inhales, looks pensive, slightly anal

a shielded thought, an abandoned plan

in secrecy no one knows his name

The Creeper Sits

His squinty eyes and mannered clothes

Everyone that sees him can feel his perversions

but never knows.

Why is the man so gentle and quiet?

A sexual appetite on a refined diet

the Creeper sits

shrouded in shadows, leaning on walls

exhales a breath, giggles to no one at all

A private pleasure, a timeless leisure

always near, always here

the Creeper sits, laughing

the Creeper still seeking

the Creeper sits apart

A Fool at heart

part II of the Creeper Trilogy