Drums Beating Faint Drubbing Chants Pulsing Voices Wind Of Howling Dogs Drifting In A Daze Dizzy Dancing In Circles Visions of Indian Spirits Clear As Day Too Much Whiskey And Mexican Valium Perhaps? Yet, I Perceive Them Here . . .
Tom Waits Creates My Rhythm, When Stepping Out Into The Street;
This Cold, Cold, World; Photographing Blind, Never Knows What Lies Ahead or Behind;
Two Steps In An Alley; A Quartet, A Salsa, A Poet;
Lurking Around The Bend;
Dogs Barking, A Kid Wailing
I Miss It All:
No Camera In Hand.
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