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
Life, the Universe, and Lani 
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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A natural poet.
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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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🙂 thanks smeagol…walking to work can provide a lot of interesting sights, sounds, smells, etc.
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