M O D E R N T I M E S ...... they ain't a changin

my wretched heart is pounding
i felt an angels kiss
my memories are drowning
in mortal bliss

***and pink champagne***

graffiti & eggs

f train
sunday rain
graffiti on canvas
eggs on a plate
a stroll through the park
down the slippery slope
cross brownstone brooklyn

there's a hole in my shoe and i ain't got no glue so i'm headed to Juniors for cheesecake

Saturday Night Rhum!ba

un copa cubana
a glass of habana

with a flor's bellyful
i danced the rhumba

with indio taino miranda
i drummed the rhumba

i drank the rhumba
the rhumba drank me

at the PS 122
celebrating cuba through art & music (& rhum)