Poetry fits my mood better today than pictures. Enjoy. Or not…
washing sidewalk dreams
my cat threw up the cassette tape you gave me
dirty mop on a floor
ashy feet in kitten heels
yellow yarn boa
androgynous 50s greaser she-male
big pink sweater dogs sit before the wat
Sunday market setup tourists with cameras
the cool air attacking me on my way to work.
4 replies on “washing sidewalk dreams”
My Tokay gecko has chicken pox
or just looks like that
with red spots
he’s not even real
at least not in the sense
of having cold blood
or the ability to
A natural poet.
Oops, liked the first line about the cat gacking on the cassette tape so much (also like the pink sweater dogs) that I got inspired to write my own poem, if you could call it that, about my Dtok-doh. Uuuuuh. oh well.
🙂 thanks smeagol…walking to work can provide a lot of interesting sights, sounds, smells, etc.