trusty flip phone and the computer at the library in jackson wyoming
Wednesday, July 28, 2021
Tuesday, September 15, 2020
pen.
veda's cup on hotel (super 8) chair, henrietta new yorki'm staying up
with the empire state building
where as a 5 year oldwas afraid i'd fall
and on the eve of 34
im worried i'd jumpon 39th street
through the windows creak
central park leak
of a previous world
before junkies rolled around on concrete
and when I was 17
buying weed
looking at apartment buildings
thinking "that could be me"
my premonition was right
still is
during covid-19
///
(AUG 12TH 2020 39th ST)
the beauty of high end coffee shop trends
greyhound, syracuse new york
"bury my body by the highway side- so my mean old spirit can catch the greyhound bus and ride"
-robert johnson
Labels:
astrology,
birthday,
blues,
greyhoud bus,
hope,
new york city,
pain,
plants,
poetry,
pottery,
succulents,
Syracuse,
travel,
virginia
Monday, September 14, 2020
internet,etc
yo.ive been blocked from updating this b/c the libraries have been closed and google only lets me sign in from one library.came today excited to scan some new poems, photos, and drawings in but they took down the scan station because apparently that would kill old people.so i aint puttin up anything new. i was for a while uploadin to tumblr if you wanna see some art n shit you can check that: missingvincent.tumblr.com
with love
-e
Tuesday, March 3, 2020
Monday, January 20, 2020
(for jennie)
jennie, i really think you should buy me this
remember the tag in east village i did n tried to explain to you?
its only fitting.
and given that youre not allowed to hang out with my friends or me you could hide it somewhere in nyc
[no I don't think you could leave it with julian as we are allies]
not sure on size
2x for loose or 3x for baggy...hmm which do you think would go best with my black pants?
Saturday, January 4, 2020
lonely and estatic [the teton rag] , in the desert, where accept yourself thrives
sorry for all the self centered posts.
im lonely,egotistical,isolated and sending messages in a bottle (lol)
Labels:
accept yourself,
folk hop,
hitchhiking,
the all night diner
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