A river red winding widening and thickening
color changing
Flying through layer of clouds
thin coverlet above
cotton batting stretched thin below
tiles of fields peak through
In the distance the sun bleaches the whites
stronger than promised
by the bottles advertised at 3:15 pm.
Oxbow dancing
river winding twisting…
A land alive, but not like butte & canyon
Shoobi-bop-dop-dop
Shoobi-beep-deep-deep
Litter box needs cleaning all around the week.
What more appropriate than scat for litter box cleaning?
Caution… Accident on… Bridge
A temporary neighborhood with blocks of auto apartments under a blue sky threatened by clouds above San Francisco.
LINUX is from Michigan.
A past student with parking stickers obscuring the view out his rear window.
Croatia! on the frame holding his license plate explains the red and blue flag hanging from his rearview mirror. Bright blue Dodge Neon.
Death in a blue convertable Cadillac. Pale guy with dark hair on the cell phone. Blonde gal moussed hair. Fish with vampire inscribed within surround a license plate frame with a message that death comes to all — roll bar. WRYTH personalized plate.
KOZERA personalized plate like a decorious mailbox in front of the stately burgundy Soverign Jaguar. Bottle blonde driver next to the balding husband. Bottle blonde daughter in back listens to headphones while a bright yellow smily face air freshener hangs from the rear view mirror. Tan interior.
Black Ford Explorer tinted windows and sun roof, drifting piano and cool jazz descend.
Orange Toyata Tercel with eagle feather hanging from rear view mirror & Free Tibet bumper sticker.
White Dodge Neo blares death metal with windows wide for smokers and black fuzzy dice.
Twilight dawn mist uncertain
heart still stomach pounding
certain that nothing will stay the same
certain that something has to change
invocation to the chaos
divining form without permission
a risk a price a challenge
Answer!
Nothing has the power to control
the chaos becoming Nothing
connected and connecting across
wishes needs desires wind
A sandy cliff-backed beach
Surf pulling me out to sea
the big band warming up
and You ask me to dance
I was on I-95, south of D.C.
Break lights on the van ahead.
Two days before: other break lights, at a stop light.
Rain on the pavement, and I felt the car slide,
No damage then, just the chilling fear.
And now we had been going 65,
I migrate north with three lanes of traffic,
Leaving you for another month.
In my re…
