the good red road

"He said,

I love you. there’s an art

to everything. What I’ve

done with this life,

what I’d meant not to do,

or would have meant, maybe, had I

understood, though I have

no regrets."

-carl phillips (the new yorker)

The train is coming

I am late

I do not care

I will walk the tracks

And tomorrow,

I will sleep

In the bushes

Among the wolves.

The winters

Are harsh...

These people are boring.

I drink too much..

They have laws

Against that now.

I do not care

I never will.

-jan 2010

-photos by ryan mcginley