Any book that culminates in the election of the Orange Asshole ~
I’d have swung from their branches
twin weeping willows
the other side of the fairway
cascading greenery
a waterfall of childhood reveries
a la Billy Preston

painting my own
Kandinsky circles
muted colors
orbit round & round
in the dark, wee hours of the night

thoughts molding intent —
jagged mind-shapes,
hazards pursued
by uncompromising notions,
weary hearts & souls
seeking resolutions,
somehow content both while at rest
and at war
a quiet plenitude
now comes the rain
tall grasses & flowers swoon
in its loveliness,
leaning in to the grace
of its gentle lines
summery
mystery dahlia —
first bud,
eager anticipation
for any & every color
under the sun
insanity
our zoo membership first outing,
an early morning adventure
*
9:15 & the parking lot
already a chaotic tangle
*
legions of little ones
tiny tots, all those eager faces!
*
moms & dads, the grands too
pushing strollers, single
*
and double-wide,
tricked-out wagons, very chic
*
so much to see & we haven’t yet
even stepped inside the gate
slow it down

mental acumen
no longer quite as crisp
*
the world is a cage
filled with angry beasts
snarling, clawing, grasping
through thick iron bars
*
walk on by, Julie
walk on by
pencil sketch

69 ½
so. I’ve gone a little manic.
a little out of focus.
unfocused.
blitzed.



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