bright yellow
marigolds
line the deserted street
tonight
tonight
and tonight
sometimes feeling bat-shit crazy, this evening i simply curl up with a good book—something on Lenin-and lose myself in the world of 19th century Russia and a world too young to know anything.
#sedoka #sedokabun
thinking of interpersonal communication. a brief thought of moman and granmær canning figs. the too-sweet syrup on toasted bread and i in my kid'ness jumpin' around too thrilled.
where
has the time
hidden itself—
my foreparents
have walked into
the 'other room'
#sedoka #sedokabun
cold Sunday morning, heading back to the kitchen for another sweet roll; I know I damn well don't need.
pressure washed
parking-lot —
all around me
things dying
and the false veneer
of human goodwill
#sedoka #sedokabun
