Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

where the road's surface looks gray
the sky is gray too
the dog asks to go out

thanks

a dog on the bus
i reached down to pet him
and my hand came away with a stench

funny feeling
It was a party bus I was driving, converted school bus

still had the big mirror pointing down to the driver and passengers
they could see me I could see them
and I was thinking about how I looked—
had I committed a face crime?
I fumbled for the little bottle of hand sanitizer at the next light
wiped it all down


such a short sweet ku pome deserved a long ramble I thought

when you gotta go you gotta go
the dog don't give a fuck about the colors

remember the words of Frank Zappa
" Don't eat the yellow snow "'....

Thx Jack

Thx saw

I used to take my dog on the trolley in Portland
He was so well behaved no one asked if he was a service dog
I can look nuts in a heartbeat if you mess with my dog
I know that I come from a long line of dog lovers
There just is no one ever happier to see you

“Every time I go to town.. the boys start kicking my dog around “

An illustration. I could see it.

Thx for reading and comment, doreen - appreciate it