nothus_a_um

Walking through my purlieus, it's late, there are vultures out. These are friendly vultures, and know me - I see people who helped me seriate graffiti, learn the ropes of Myrtle St. 2:30a.m in Prospect Park never seems dangerous, though I know it is. Someone has stolen a skeleton from an innumerate front porch, late or lazy in removing Hallowe'en decorations. They placed it on a park bench, it's arm out at a casual angle along the top edge. It has a Santa hat, a large white beard is hot-glued to its mandible.

That feels about right.