when industry is the answer

I sometimes struggle to cobble words

in order to maintain a disciplined line.

this may be due to the commonness of the "mind's eye".

the line seems to lose its momentum. 

during the winter months, the atmosphere from the balcony

resembles the atmosphere of the "Ashcan School"

in that it was never intended to be pretty.

I should tend to my own affairs.

It wouldn’t hurt if I became a little more

at one with the atmosphere or it a little more at one with me.