bostonian architectural juxtaposition

a curious coupling: classic and modern
huddled under ancient brick archways
sturdy old brownstones slump in the shadows
of great glass giants gleaming
like the chrysalises of some futuristic arthropods

neon with virginia plates

i don't care if you think i drive too slow
i don't want to die spinning out of control
in this silly hunk of metal
rubbery rounds and squealing machinery

bk//atdi

lucky star
back home from afar
hear the words
he wrote back then
and i feel how
the city once was
now i've been and
i seem to understand
or just wish i could write
something as beautiful
as relationship of command

My life is a cliché

Livin' out of a knapsack
Just like Jack Kerouac
Hey - don't give me that look
I know
I know, I never even read that book
I'll get around to it
someday
But for now that seemed to be
the right thing to say