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
