birthday's are strange things.

'mi abuela' by victor cobo

he was from eastern europe
and owned a set of kind pale blue eyes

i was accused of being a romantic
i didn't cry, i drown myself in
jasmine and white chocolate

its been a while and perhaps now that time has scurried by,
i can say that i miss baltimore when i hear billie holiday
and imagine she danced across
a red velvet carpet at The Belvedere hotel.

to mark my 100th post i'm sharing my
most favourite-est photo i've taken this year

brooklyn, 2010

it's not everyday prince charming
morphs into a green zebra,
but i found him on a sidewalk somewhere in queens
now he sits by a mirror and stares out windows
while i gallivant underneath an african winter sun.