cd and amstel light bottle cap, 2nd and fitzwater

second and fitzwater is a hotspot for sidewalk alms.
the CD, glistening with droplets of water, begs both to be played and to be left alone.
"who knows what mysteries i hold?" it teases.
"i will destroy your CD player or personal computer," it warns.
the bottlecap is immobilized by awe, tantalized by the size and the sparkle, mesmerized, unable to think of escape. it will be gone soon, absorbed into the rings of data like an asteroid caught in Saturn's overwhelming gravity. trapped. crushed. returned from matter to energy. home.

carrot, 2nd and fitzwater

Woe is the noseless snowman, wandering the streets at night, feeble raisin eyes searching, straining, wanting to see what cannot be smelt. Dawn approaches, and with it, wolves. A struggle, a puddle, a carrot gone unclaimed. Woe is the noseless snowman.

mm milk, 3rd and south

thoughts of milk and concrete helped me wake up and start the wednesday.