travels done, dandelions picked / and placed between paper leaves, sort of a live grimoire …
the townsfolk are both wary and warm. they aren’t cat or dog people, but will tolerate the occasional retriever …
He pisses in the bushes
Tells me he loves me
I tell him I’m hungry …
A summer Saturday night at 926 Bar & Grill was the first night I laid eyes on you.
I was sipping a whiskey sour
As you sat there bald and baby-faced watching Futurama on the HD TV…
You look sexy behind that counter of cold, packed meat,
6 to12 inches of wheat and white bread.
I watch your lips move as you
Ask if I want mayonnaise, mustard
On the foot-long turkey.
and for you, i am tender –
bruised grape lip
bitten. mind on heart; junebug
somebody’s gone & torn all
waved his wand