in the beginning
the world was a big oyster.
but now the pearl’s gone.
Archives for April 2016
bipedal monsters
the white goose cackles
from behind the wire mesh fence.
blood on the wet block.
desperado
the desperation.
the ragged breath from climbing.
flagging the spirit.
jolly’s follies
you were fat back then
while i ate leaves and grasses.
jolly has now gone.
frothy fun
children laugh outside
ripples from incoming tide.
frothy and fervent.
cupid stings
the heart knows what it wants
though its choices aren’t always best.
befuddled by cupid’s arrow.