then, just like this one now
a short burst of summer rain, afternoon sun reflecting the birth and death
of a billion new galaxies: “The Devil’s Wife
done kicked him out da bed.”
Tag Archives: Louisville
nos. 48, 49, 50
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
Watchman’s Journal 24 Apr 22: day after Thunder
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.