Waiting for a ride to the game.
The august heat has stolen the air so...

I have on occasion listened to demanding music...
I have sometimes read difficult books just to...

From the womb,
Curled up in a ball...

That cut glass voice purring down the line
Hints at seduction and deep red wine...

She won Miss Cleveland back in 63,
Did some Commercials for the TV...

Tourists will chatter and scatter among the...
Even though I'm here and not there...

So you gave the down and out a dollar,
Out of guilt, embarassment, sympathy...

The Canary escaped it's perch
And died of starvation within the week...

When I'm lazy and
Can't face the day...

Summer and the Mosquito's are here.
The creeks are as dry as me...

Burned black paper,
Rising cold murder of crows...

The Bromide brothers laughed
At the pensive pilates pilgrims with their...