01.21.12

Snow covers this town.
We both try to wait it out.
We both know better.

01.20.12

Save your money, kids.
Save it for a rainy day.
Spend at your peril.

Something in her hair
aggravates my fashion sense.
Is it the glitter?

The marble lobby
provides a stately facade
for incompetence.

Three coats of primer:
Is that enough to cover
a dirty ceiling?

I fancy myself
just a little bit poorer
without an iPhone.

As we were talking,
I spilled beer on the hardwood.
Concentration Fail.

A winter weekday,
a pony in the lobby,
frantic employees.

Calling all Jasons:
today is your lucky day…
Friday the Thirteenth.

Crisp, shiny snowflakes
sparkle under the streetlights’
dull, flickering glow.