communing near a commune of vultures
her wonder repaints the world
and I hobble along in my own way, grateful
to just watch and be included in the picture

communing near a commune of vultures
her wonder repaints the world
and I hobble along in my own way, grateful
to just watch and be included in the picture

no. 48
Above the ever ending world
the moon scrambles up the side
of the 2nd Street Bridge
no. 49
When pressed I resort to metaphors
no. 50.
the bleeding out
wears an exhausted countenance
No one complains about trash left by the majority of tourists as much as they complain about the trash left by a fraction of street folks.
That includes the tourists who live at the edge of the county and only come downtown to abuse it in the name of a good time.