the wealthy and weak, of october #1
Donny William Rich and Tim
pray tell the wisdom that led us here
wandering men wandering still
wandering men still wandering
still.
coffee shop lectures, "remember
who you are" staff looking over,
past, through but never to the
patient heart or soul- why bother?
hot sidewalk sails
erstwhile passing of pigeons
feral cats lizards
boat tailed grackles.
Audrey with her mechanical life
Will with his hells angel
powered lasers
Ruby sweet Ruby
with her child, her child,
her child, Ernesto
with his garbage cans
the faster he walks
his shoes talking.
and- he loafs along, meathead
like he is on a golf course
or something, the gloating
sharp in his eyes , new
super fish, hungry super fish,
sucker for bait-
this is nothing like south dakota.
rocks set in sand near concrete
pebble rich lawn and palo verdes
metal tables with even more
metal benches, concrete buttresses.
more concrete and one girl
set alone against the vertical line
of the building behind herher legs crossed at the knee.
(PJ Reed 2011)
painting (salvador dali)
sketch (pjreed 2010)
sketch (graham lambkin 2012)
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