o these tachypsychic dreams
autumnal carpet of mulberry leaves
bring me a salami sandwich on rye
Tag Archives: Louisville
lot Dog 6
Vicious Sid on the job
crisp evening sun he crows
pushes those cars out
exhausted full of reckless joy
lot dogs 3
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