Dapper Dog
Is it too much to ask?
Waiting to go to town faintly metallic smell the grass of amber with a promise of warmth to come. Legs hanging on a railing, Tan, squashed toes with Limp hanging like seaweed in a tide of August. Wade gulls on the rocks, and his blurring of the edge water, levitating radiation lines boats, pools created ghost on the highway to the city. Winged Grasshoppers click Adjust along the way with a irregular flock Before a handsome man and a tired looking dog. Massive stooping calm, making the air breathable, pending unthinkable. The world has stopped. The question is, 'When are we going to town!? This was a picture of my Gram expected to get the old Dodge ready to drive everyone to the city in summer. Seven grandchildren is 25 cents each to spend on what ever we wanted and waiting for departure was always too much to bear. Nice one, Stoogisimo Primo! Thanks Don, you're a true fungi! Thanks Todd, I feel I'm doing my ribs down.
I used to sit and read in my rocking chair on the porch of the old house where my father grew up large eve of summer when the air was clear, but now it's gone … static waves through Polaroid photos of faces Coma image fusion fish with the results of two-sided valves does not … And the night sky in the distance the ball with bright flashes falling particles This has always been tourists a quiet, never asked But as in the accidental release of the men in masks wheels instead of computer know what else I do not trust the green more .. Into deep holes filled with steam remains of things went wrong in the last time we all fall. The trees, pets, friends, river, air … I feel here watching dust devils brilliant fusion with my swing. Realizing all the good things that are rotting on the gray I sleep the day away again. As living under power lines that keeps me The crackling in the night ..
Greedy Kitten at DAPPER DOG in Nyack, NY
