it's what it's about

it aint about
what you can get in this life
its about what you can keep.

it’s 9:51

A shuffle of days stacked like a deck of cards,
the ghostly animation of tight, flickering images.
you and me on a balcony ripe of sea and sunsets
the curling lip of tea a sip and cigarettes
you me and a submarine naked on the Bosphorus
a river churned by storm and relentless rain
the jeweled-water whipped by wind and wave.
Lightning erupts below the troubled surface
in a flash we have become unfamiliar
to the electrified depths of our green glowing guts

From a foggy future sudden silhouettes emerge
construction cranes upholding the horizon
in the distance a builder is building a building
Who is the... you is...the builder are you?
What kind of building is what are we building?
Was there a plan or was the spacecraft unmanned?
Were no blueprints on hand when we broke land ?
We cut ribbon and just ran, a blind flaming clown
into the un-built building we burned down.

In the night, the dark barks
a dog fogs and shadows creep
the tears falls the snow weeps,
for Mary had a little lamb
but then she fell asleep.

Carnage in Kuzguncuk

This afternoon, in downtown Kuzguncuk, a rustic sea-side district of Istanbul, an abandoned building collapsed into the street sending an avalanche of scaffolding, brick and debris directly over traffic and pedestrian walkways. The collapse damaged and/or destroyed a number of vehicles including unoccupied cars parked on both sides of the street. Traffic had to be re-routed as the town's main street had been completely blockaded by the collapse. The number of injuried stray cats is not known at this time, though fortunately no casualties were reported.

Sultanahmet