WRITINGS

Imagine A Classic Still Life Table Top



Love
It's a spilt jug of water
It's a flower with dead petals fallen off the table
It's a spilt bowl of ripe fruit
A broken lace of a pearl necklace
Where the beads are on the ground
The good taste of wine has expired to no known age
The pen is out of ink
The pencil is out of lead

Golden bread of life has turned green with mold of life
The pumpkin has dried
The seeds of that gourd can he heard
And you keep shakin'
keep shakin' it like maracas





Tinted Window



There's a tinted window between me
and that guy
The thing's about 70 percent black.
His car up in front to the left.
He switches lanes
thinking i'm competing for his
spot
He thinks it's a race.
"Pedal to the metal" he says
As he punches past 90
(miles per hour)
But i go faster than him.
I swerve a bit but hold my wheel.

I never saw him.
He saw me and gave me the bird.





Love Dogs



Randolf would give
up/in
everything for her.
Sally stares at Randy for five minutes,
takes a breath, sits down
points and
laughs.