lot Dog 6

Vicious Sid on the job
crisp evening sun he crows
pushes those cars out
exhausted full of reckless joy

lot dogs 4

socks soaked rain / again again the damn rain

cold wet greybeard [Ey] under a moon hiding sky

spitting relentless but not erasing

that rainbow: perfect suspender bands across the sky just at sunset and Ey

there are compensations for wet socks

you’re being unreasonable she pined
the back seat window rolled not half way down as if

I had power over the rain her hair
her make up those painted-on eyebrows
meant to give accent

to an accentless face and me /greybeard/
socks soaked to the bone between her

and a good hair day