I walked into confession and there, waiting for me: the marquis.

The bulb blew out as I leaned forward to taste my anagram, I’m in search of a back bone today.

(So much for finding the muse downtown, I left my umbrella at home under my couch. I came here to paint what I see or how I felt).

The Case for Human Error:
I found the cafe I was looking for, in between 
wet linen and the unsmooth lectures of learned men.

I’ve done no measurable work today. I’ve met no
measurable worth today but I’d like to learn French 
with my hands painted blue or 
tied behind my back.

Hello to myself in the Apollo Cafe, I'm Walden, or wet linen.

 I bought a Plastic Water Bottle for Two Dollars and Forty Nine Cents

50 years ago, man went to the moon; opening my mouth is pocket change.