wig woman – foto by smith
oaxaca town tune
everyday city haiku
these from me to you
truck clang, bus roar, more
laughing, yelling, crying too
street sing a long song
brown skins watch my white
face, my pace, my white rat race
grin in sympathy
slim silver sliced moon
silky black mexican sky
marijuana rune
tall gringo above
above mexicans below
white rock, brown current
marijuana hash
opium smoke chewed nightly
pain somewhere back there
wife for life in chair
her heart and my heart one pair
life once strife now fair
barcode pens broken
other’s lies left in rotting
this sun and sound mine
dreams to be followed
don’t need future props and bags
feed on steps stepped now
*(i’ve not done opium since the late 1960s, though i’m tempted down here).
political graffiti – foto by smith
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