from watching old movies
to peeling shrimp
in a twenty-two-year span
of Sunday afternoons
You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall
from watching old movies
to peeling shrimp
in a twenty-two-year span
of Sunday afternoons
skateboard have hands bags
the alcoholic scoutmaster
the very improbability of porn
The desirable beauties
were all astonishing
yet forgettable
~*~
like calories
we tried to skip
me, cast as existentialist Zen poet, circa 1999
just before being swept up in love
crystalized sand
amethyst geodes
“roses of the desert”
Doctor Congo
Acid Bath
Iguana