street trash – foto by Smith
Another harvest from my pocket notebook — lines connected solely by being bound by the same covers and back pocket.
Lines Left Over
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What is the capital of I? — Me
What is the present tense of Iowas? — Iowis
I used to go with Big Jump’s daughter — Small Bounce
I’m consumed with licking what one wishes rather than looking at what is.
Jealousy is my daughter, fathered on ego out of fright.
Water light butterflies dancing on the Winter Blues.
The color twixt the claw and the quick.
Laughing in a room alone. (said by Wendy Shaffer)
Bee Bibles. (said by Lady K)
My wife was named after her mother’s friend who was killed walking across a train track trestle.
And one or all of the three of us said, “Democracy? Why should we be ruled by the masses when they’re just pawns of the assholes?
the Winter Blues – foto by Smith