Lesions of Zoom
Red hot spots.
Red hot spots.
Three shiny secret weapons for playing The Game in a new year.
Sleep soundly in the cabin under the purple sky.
Aglow with the Devil’s candycane.
The only faces I want to see smiling next to my pillow at night.
Vivid ragamuffin daisy-head pompoms.
“Nothing looks the same in the light”, as George Michael sang. But in this version, it’s just about my wife’s sweet panties.
Hazy shades of canned summer pride
Melon-flavored gummy candies glowing red.
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.
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.