No calls coming-in….nothing going-out….communications were cut long ago…..no treaties signed….perhaps a stalemate…..

The sun blings brightly….making way through umbrellas and mile high buildings…bouncing here and landing on those in search of warmth while a meaner breeze blows through Manhattan….a nation…..than ever before…..the cliche “Greed is good,” has come back into vogue… maybe….just maybe….it never left….

A firey ball blisters above Greeley Square….take it in…. take it in…

Let the worker bees work….let the nay sayers nay….let the liars lie…let the drunks drink…..I pass no judgment…..

Merely taking a seat in the commercial goo that surrounds us all…..

And….I think I’m stuck…..that is all..