#walk sign

[meltingmomemt]

[sagent-of-chaos]

is this the end or the beginning of something new

[neaarty]

[ad-venturism]

Other People Have Pushed It

Should I push it?                  Someone, too, is waiting for the light                  across the street distanced from the pole                  and looking at her phone                  ears plugged in but I’m going to assume that she pressed it                  and even if not                                    someone will                  or the lights will turn on                  anyhow wait, wait ––

[seanklingelhoefer]

Tricks Bushwick, Brooklyn, NY 2017. Ricoh GR1v date | Ilford HP5+ 400

[ad-venturism]

Mechanical Wexting

the anatomy of a text message:                  the automatism of fingers, usually the thumbs                 a willingness to tolerate auto-corrects                 perfect hand-eye coordination                 perfect walking balance and sense of direction                 peripheral awareness of the environment                 perfect brain-body coordination                                  (the craft of texts, words of meaning;                                  the body moving towards traffic, mulititasking)                 the body, its limbs, all gestures                 learned with mechanical fluidity, such digital flow                 the intersection comes into side view                 and he sacrifices one hand mid-message                 to push the walk button                 before returning the second half of “tomorr –”

“–ow I’ll let you know”

                looking up seeing this whole time                 the walk sign as been on

[ad-venturism]

Stop, Slow Stroll

stop and smell the flowers

waking from sleep, springing from the bridge the sun shares its rays with the earth generously the soil soaks it up as does my uncovered skin and my eyes, brightening into a light brown that sees fleeting, jagged reflections in the passing by cars, their tinted windows bouncing more welcoming light, I see a beautiful current of life in the way the programmed vehicles drive on with both automation and spontaneity

my hands resting peacefully in my pockets shoulders soft like the warm wind this pause in constant mobility cherished at the intersection of wondrous delights for good things take time, slowly like magic, the light-post speaks in an affectionate computer voice beckoning me onward

[ad-venturism]

10:28 a.m.

Looking up the hill I feel                 the backpack straps dig into                 shoulders so sunken                 sinking into my own underarms                 sweaty and grimy, smelling                 like spring in that musty nature way                 of heat and stains, already I have a head of bed hair that smells                 like detergent and I carry                 a spare toothbrush in my                 hip pocket because my mouth                 is a tomb of dead bacteria                 from which I spew out self-frustrations Why did I leave the last minutes to such                 rush, why did last night end so                 late in the morning, why did the printer                 inspire stuttering ink spills, my mind spilled                 I’m fast-walking with a stiff knee                 across the paved sidewalk, along                 indifferent cars that are offensive                 in their speed making me wait at this lonesome intersection, eyeing the                 ominous god-like palm, red with                 the blood of retired patience                 I push the walk button, so rigid                 like a frigid nipple that it hurts my thumb                 and my dying composure                 as I push repetitively, growingly angrily                 waiting for the river of metal shelters, those                 impersonal vehicles to subside I push the dead button with a cold, red thumb                 one last time and run across the zebra                 lines caged in asphalt before the red hand                 can demand my mobility so whimsically                 for 16 seconds                                  then leave me hanging