Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

and they didn’t even name it after him

He mistook that behind-him steamroller
for a bent-wheeled, rattling baby stroller.
Unheard, its driver yelled, “You jerk!
“Git outa my way! I gotta lotta work!”
Now, as thinly macadamized meat,
he’s part of the city’s newest street.

7/31/10

Night Call

I got the message my bladder sent:
Midnight! Time to get up and pee!
Cursed the darkened house, couldn’t see.

Come day, I’ll find out where I went.

12/2/10

Testosterone Walking

Soft, magnetic night.
Awake, her window beckons.
I am drawn away.

12/3/10

i like these. Short, but not terribly sweet.

Well, Happy, too sweet is on a par with too sour. Thanks. jim

Snapshots from an individual camera for sure.
Nice
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