"Hey, fat lady..."

Spontaneously written on the short subway ride from Lorimer to 1st Avenue,

inspired by the folds I recall...

Fat Lady

by Yong Shin

Hey, fat lady, wake up and arise!

What do you see through your heavyset eyes?

Do you feel friction in between your thighs?

Underneath your clothes; extra large size -

Merely for covering up? Perhaps, a disguise?

With your fat head, you come off as so wise,

So fat lady, give your wisdom and advise,

Are you ready to sensualize?

Care-whack

After briefly being on the road,

I decided to give Kerouac's book another read.

I curiously wanted to hear what he sounded like and stumbled across

a beautiful reading on The Steve Allen Show -

(via THE DAY AFTER YOU DIE)

a moment at the MOMA

Security: Excuse me, ma'am. You can't drink that in here. (indicating water bottle)

Woman: Sorry, I was choking. (nonchalantly walking away, sipping water)

Duck, Duck, Yum

A poetic approach on a cooking demo/recipe

Cooking Dinner Vol. I from William Hereford on Vimeo.

(via NY Grub Street)