zig-zag journeys in the sunny South
belly up to the salsa bar
a dirty window for years gray clouds
steel wire frames
tree limbs twitch
cold toes
2.
The truth is Frank, a
song and dance man
wrote. All day, turning leaves
BLOOD WATER SEMEN TEARS
red blooms on yellow
bikini, holding my gut
in, first day of Spring
- Frank Parker
(Not a dream. Certainly a project though, Randolph.)
|