my path is blocked by the lonely moose of failure / stones crunching underfoot go snap, crackle and pop / my like’s metaphors: breakfast cereals and large quadrupeds / marking the time but not looking back
There is a shed that I drive by most days. I have driven past it for years now. It is some sort of machine shop, I think. There is all sorts of flotsam and jetsam strewn around outside. The thing that most attracts my attention is what I am pretty certain is a 1956 Mercedes Gullwing. It’s black. And falling to pieces. I don’t understand why it just sits there. I would be more than happy to move it and fix it up….
I'm Mick, a baffled observer of the world around us, from the Great State of Texas, of course. I am an author, editor and researcher; an ambitious but average drummer with a penchant for tabloid headlines. My life-long dream: swim with the sharks.
These are my collected ramblings; an online compendium of utter nonsense, comprising art, culture, poetry, photography, technology and the newsworthy, arcane and inane.