8/30/19

These Fallen Scenes


Giraffes tolerating nothing.
La Juan in 82.

A safari in here.
A stampede.

If only the zebras would move along.
Graze in another field.

Find another plain.
Our drive is solitary.

The air is thin.
Not as thick and heavy.

The romance dresses.
Like a tease.

Red hats and lace.
These fallen scenes.

Fresh Wit

  These pixels don't mean anything.  Greetings and signoffs, edits and mixing.  All contrived.  Even the paper pushing papers, the grump...