
Purple Panty Drop
“Nothing looks the same in the light”, as George Michael sang. But in this version, it’s just about my wife’s sweet panties.
“Nothing looks the same in the light”, as George Michael sang. But in this version, it’s just about my wife’s sweet panties.
Melon-flavored gummy candies glowing red.
The unshakeable bond.
like a film of pastel wet metal floating on pavement
Attended by Imaginary friends ONLY
Plump berry fruitlets looking like fish eggs on a muddy trail.
A trio of spring forest bathers
That may be true, but how to separate these layers and reflections?
squandering very little time on the glass captures of the sun
Faded starry-eyed alley solitude with a big black zig-zag smile.
inside the windows glow
exactly one bar stool inside the skirted icon lounge
How sweet to have bedtime on a spring mountain train.
The farthest “out” I want to go on the weekend. Under one condition. Only for a moment.
Red light from a tiny slit in the dark grey night.