Godless The USA. Friend fingers, old seaside scenes and ketchup.

Realistic Life Senario Targets 2000. Non threatened hostage, perhaps a jilted lover or paranoid husband. "Bad boy bad boy what you gonna do when they come after you?" COPS.

Joe Hill Hero.

Store fronts, West Village and Chelsea respectively.

Under the darkened flag once representing liberty, brotherhood and equality, the tiny doggy in the window gnaws at putty, the cat wants out. He came in from the street an urchin, now cultured and house trained. The bird is a stuffed sentinel keeping watch over an empty cobbled street in an area called The Marsh. Thanks for the memories, Mr Bastard, I'd rather be a Bastard than a Picasso, a Citroen Zara Picasso, thanks kids, cherish my name, my memory. Sold down the commercial river my my own flesh and blood. Youth is wasted on the young and wisdom wasted on the old.

When the world gets too dark and I need a light inside of me, I walk into a bar and drink fifteen pints of glowing, multicoloured beer. Then look on as in the glazed Coney Island side show, Eve is tempted by a 10cent serpent, put in another quarter and watch as she grows wings and twirls above you, a human constellation. Join the dot to dot of her strong limbs, imagine their movement.