still the shuffling masses;
crowding onto buses,
waiting in post office lines;
the china man in ski vest,
quarter naked teeny boppers,
down syndrome,
suit and tie,
headphones,
a never before seen mustache,
smell of patchouli and beer,
all tapestrified;
the tree stump eyes droop.
clouds dance heavy now.
stoic buildings crumble.
dreams behind wasted eyes;
all pining for dawn’s car wash.
i absolutely love your work!! any way i could message you
I guess this is as good a place as any for messages. Here, I’ll start. Dear clubgabby, I’m glad you’re enjoying my posts. Hope you’re doing well and now I’ll throw in something a bit more random to keep the ball rolling. Ummmmm, well I can’t come up with anything this second, but anyway. Take care.
Haha thanks Steve! What ever you are doing just keep it up 🙂
up up up and away. thank you.
“…pining for dawn’s car wash…” – I arsk yer!
with extra bubbles