Soon a manager Bulbous watermelon butt another obese American Working in Starbuck’s for $7.25 an hour The civilization shall fall like the Roman Empire’s Emperor to Al Qaeda if we stop fighting In Afghanistan and somewhere in Africa Where the vermin fornicate at night in their odd Indian chief turbans and reproduce more Of…
Tim Ruane
The mooose
The mooose I was interested in both their strangenesses they Were young like Pocahontas I asked one to look at Me in her Cinderella little Glass slippers which were forever silver with black buttons at the toe. She did Not notice, or askance. The other turned away sipping drink drink from her Starbucks latte…
They paint their toenails too
They paint their toenails too I examine their Ankles summer fine no need For a medicinal check-up. All innocent fluffing their hair for a cup of 4.27 mocha capitalists’ Obama is Giving the risker-takers and job-makers no incentive Frappuccino. Ah the hot pants cut-off blue jeans which worry Republican And Democrat fathers alike and…
A tugboat on the deep deep sea
A tugboat on the deep deep sea She did not call me for a Coffee cup although I told her I was Pablo Picasso Jr. and gave her my tortuous to write Artist’s Statement but I was not deranged about my 119th Love more like lust failure for she Wore ridiculous high Heeled platform…
I studied a barn. 4.
I studied a barn. 3.
I studied a barn. 3.
I studied a barn. 2.
I studied a barn. 1.
Ketchup et cetera
Bethany Beach Delaware USA july 7 2012.
Collage a Trois
photo art
Let Us Now Praise Paul Cezanne the Still Life in the Kitchen
photo art
Slip a New York City Model in a Red Dress and Platform Shoes Into This Picture and I Am a Millionaire.
Bethany beach Delaware. 8 9 in the a.m. morning. Me, lookin’ to pick up a girl, stationed strategically on a corner, thinkin’ “What the hell did Einstein study light for?” no chicks to pick up. I’m lonely and bored.
The Lonely Garden Hose
Guys surf at the beach. Guys pick up chicks at the beach. Guys drink beer at the beach. Me, a guy–I take pictures of garden hoses at the beach.
Ah, Newspaper Stands, I Remember Them Well 4.
We are not going to be seeing these things much longer, as much as we might long for and love and adore the past.
News Boxes
In 1966, at 6 a.m. in the morning (sic), Jimmy Day and I used to deliver The Washington Post newspapers to the residents of the McLean Gardens Apartments over there at Van Ness Street and Wisconsin Avenue in Tenleytown upper-Northwest Washington D.C. USA.