the Deliverance of 603

My Forest 4 Your Poor

I am the bread box of this life.

I am a 603 soul…

tangy, tangible,twang

secluded, secular, whole.


Our Town, mine and theirs, grunge and danger…

Pert and purposeful.

Kindness and Cruel.

Poised on the edges of insanity

Sittin’ on a fence of needled delights.

Our Town, mine and theirs…

Blind in a drunken fight.

Urban Foot Decay
Urban Foot Decay

Boxed up in discounts dislocated on the five and dime floor.

Hidden loons, madness and it’s band…

603 has forgotten it’s ugly cousin…once more.

Grunge town: a social networking service for the disenfranchised.
Grunge town: a social networking service for the disenfranchised.

I am a bread box.

Neither bigger than a last ditch effort.

Nor smaller than the malt not in stock.

Our town, mine and theirs…

Once upon a time…

Brothers and sisters and worker bees and fallen stars…

Housed on a dare.