Thomas Radwick : Crack In The Ceiling

Breeze through the plaza teeming with people at lunch time— the smell of fried food Morning train station— uniformed young man...

Even in the suburbs of capitalized America with its franchise monotonies strewing these lands with the debris of exploded televisions...

The sky is full of ghosts Life, he said, is terrible—I eat the same thing every day! A man through whom music fl...

A bearded cloud man —his hat like a roof or road— laughing in the sky An orange lozenge swallowed by the sea again— slow summ...

Got crocked in the hotel bar Feeling like I lost my star A man can fall so far Crocked in the hotel bar Earlier I felt so good ...

A liquid whistling song of a bird I can’t see— light morning breeze On opposite sides of the house two cars drive by— one n...

Blue bird out there romping I saw him on the lawn Blue bird out there romping I saw him all alone Leapt up out of bed And gra...