12:30 PM


At lunch, I drive somewhere to read this bulging journal,

to see if anything is worth posting;  is anything of any value to anyone?  

Looking for a pleasing spot to park, though not so pleasing as to take me to photography.


The standard scenic parking spots around here will be inhabited;  I want to be alone.

I want out of the line-up, out of the mass-feed view.  Yet,

I need




I search for me,

for a true,  pure



And if it's worthy,

I seek to share it with you.



Today, I have nothing;

I am an empty vessel, with only desire,

and hope,

for tomorrow.







Swine Hall

Sept. 11, 2003