NAKED GUY (haibun)

You’re just trying to have a good time enjoying the music.  They tell you that all the crazies like to congregate on the field in a quasi mosh pit of sweat and flesh.  A few of the crazy manage to work their way up to the nosebleed section to shatter your tranquil peace.  Hey, you’re at Citi FieldContinue reading “NAKED GUY (haibun)”

CRIMSON WHITE AND INDIGO

It was a hot fucking day in July.  We were young and gloriously naïve.  The Grateful Dead were set to pack JFK for a jubilant celebration.  Shakedown Street was shaking as all the Deadheads shopped for tie dyed t-shirts and kind grilled cheese sandwiches.  JFK was an old decaying stadium and one could envision gladiators in leather helmets goingContinue reading “CRIMSON WHITE AND INDIGO”