You have to get those little

one handed plastic floss holder type things

otherwise you can't floss, draw and

signal all at the same time.

I'm taking note of folks in holes.

A lot goes on below street level.

What they call the underworld.

And hipper folks call it the underground.

The crosswalk as canvas.

The visor has become a badge of clarity,

whether it is cloudy or not.

And the people with machines

just come by and scoop it up and

replace it.

That'll be us someday.

Scooped up maybe,

but not replaced.

I hailed him like a taxi.

He waved back.

We are phone booths.

Sad.

I miss them and their inconvenience.

And their portrayal in movies.

They were important.

Cell phones are easy.

Sometimes listening to the radio

while your visuals are going by, as in a car,

can be intriguing, even dangerous.

Timing.

Todays timing caused angry words to surface.

We got over it, but marks were made nonetheless.

Timing is sweet.

straight standing.

Destroyed the broom.

Sometimes the feral street newspaper

will appear to be alive.

I will miss that.

Don't know if it ever did.

OK, color was added later.

Health is important.

Or so they tell us.

And time is important.

So they say.

We admire these things,

but disrespect them as well.

One plus the other equals lazy.

People are getting very expensive tickets for this.

No one cares and as well they shouldn't.

Of all the other stupid things people do

while they're driving.

This is embarrassing.

Like drawing.

There has always been a

distribution of labor issue.

Theres a lot of people on this earth.

We just need something to do.

Wait

what?

Does anyone know a very old pool man?

Where do they go?

What do they do?

Who are you?