Broken Glass Suit3
M broken glass suit. I wore this in a parade led by Sun Ra, for the first Birmingham City Stages festival in 1999. This was deemed my least dangerous suit at the time. I had one made of fire and another of barbed wire. Photo by Asako Karino.

I’m actually a Seven Habits kind of guy, but I write sarcastic poems sometimes. This is one of those times. 3:13 AM. The Poetry Hour. My poem, Habits.


The seven-hundred-sixty-nine billion,

five-hundred-fifty-five million,

six-hundred-twenty-one thousand,


highly annoying,

endlessly irritating,

impossibly superior,

grating, smug, superstitious,

stifling, compulsive,

overbearing and aggressive


of highly successful people.

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