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washing sidewalk dreams

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
prostitute man
ashy feet in kitten heels
yellow yarn boa
with
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.

***

broken
weeping
kisses
fell

upon
my
empty
pillow

silent
notes
gasping

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4 thoughts on “washing sidewalk dreams

  1. My Tokay gecko has chicken pox
    or just looks like that
    with red spots
    on gray
    anyway
    besides which
    he’s not even real
    at least not in the sense
    of having cold blood
    or the ability to
    lose
    his

    tail

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  2. 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.

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  3. 🙂 thanks smeagol…walking to work can provide a lot of interesting sights, sounds, smells, etc.

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