Red Tin Noodles

I am tending now toward broken, not a good sign for antiques. I’m full of bumps and spots and dots, and some assorted leaks. Joints are aching, locking, popping, not unlike a dance. Appropriate in ballrooms, … Read more

Evolving through decades of panic in chariots metal, gas powered and manic. Revolving through rotaries and underpasses, screaming profanities out at the masses. Paying for fuel, often waiting in lines. Driving too fast and then paying the … Read more

The fool on the hill has been sent down south. No longer need we hear the swill from his mouth. He still dreams of power, still rants and commands. But, as of this hour, it’s … Read more