From Far Rockaway to Windsor Terrace

SHE TOLD ME THAT SHE AND THE BABY WERE ALMOST RUN OVER BY THE B61. It didn't even stop as they ran from the road. They had the green light but like I have said many times, that don't mean nothing. What means something is that they were not run over but could have been. Then where would I be? All about me, I know. Even the horrible massacre of my partner and baby by the B61. I need to get Zen. Where can I get it? Good question and is that what I really need? Or is what I really need a house in the country, with a yard and a hammock? I already have a hammock but this new hammock is on about forty acres of my own land not on the side yard of my rental two bedroom apartment in Windsor Terrace. It's a nice apartment. I kind of love it. Where was I? In that hammock. Well, not necessarily in the hammock but around the hammock, sitting on the picnic bench, much like the one we have here, typing away on my Lettera 32, not doing this dumb thumb work on the iPhone which I am relegated to muse on. And there, beneath the trees, different trees than these, more trees, with birds other than these birds, although these birds are very beautiful. I have seen cardinals, green parrots from Greenwood Cemetery and my favorite, the mockingbird. There are a bunch more I just don't know their names. But I am sure that the birds in the trees, when put in the country on my 40 acres of property are just as beautiful as these. Plus there is no killer B61 bus. (Impossiblebooks.org) Cover Photo by Tigerlily Hopson