on busking

sometimes they left a quarter in the hat
sometimes they took a quarter from the hat
sometimes they took the hat























hail hail the gangs all here, now that we're together we'll be here forever. diggit. i'll be back next week. when the music is over i pack my bag and leave. sleep on belle isle. sun sets over detroit and the soft distant drone of the electronic music festival resonates over the skyline. something is different these days. like a stranger in my home town. prefer the company of my oldest friends, the ones who dig me no matter what my shortcomings reveal - with enough potion they are obvious.. like oil floating on water. i'm going to drive far away tonight. i'm taking the two women i've come to know best. Alice (my bag) and Bev.. you know bev.

i'm going halo tipping. anger. same time next life i'll be like breath control of a cricket. oh right.. their legs. watching the sunset channel. it's kind of like a checkbook but tastes like an orange and rhymes with nothing.

dahh.. our protaganist: mookfish. aged 27 years. date of birth March 8, 1982. Zodiac - Pisces. 5'10. 155 lbs. caucasian, sicilian descent. blood type O negative. occupation: professional drifter. save water, shower with friends.