8.2.09

Spending all I've got
on a shot at the Dream,
The odds are
really long and the prizes
obscene

The wishes of the dishes are only to be clean.

stick pin gifts

in handheld hearts

stuck through and schooled

in the blackest of arts.

sidewalk

Upon a walk

I stop to talk

to the people who come my way

My dog and I

the passersby

enjoying another day

March 16th

Lyric whip snaps it all into place

to dress up stupid ideas with

the finest pearls & lace & lights

flashing diamond smashing overload

Placemats #3