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Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Along Along Along

Cardboard left overnight,
So, what's he doin' wih his life?
Rinsing in sinks eating pepperoni sausage,
counting dominoes down to infinity,

locking the wheel on suicide curves
and mountain passes
ocean calls faintly

soaring-

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Found Poetry

11th and Cuthbert Streets,
the Hilton Garden Inn Hotel,
Enclosed Walkway,
Greyhound bus
parking lot and
Transportation Center,
Market East and the Gallery shopping,
A Sign:

"Fresh Donuts and Coffee,
We
All So
Have
Food!"