reading there is
assorted (sordid)
poetry
an onamatapoeia
an avocada kia
put your ass in
(jurassic) park
emily brontesaurus
withering heist du
be a trix potter
almost marlowe
almost donne
loneliness
creeps in at night
i see it almost
everywhere
jam wishes
jam witches
the rabbit would
like some food
perhaps a bite
of my sandwich
major day
three schedules
agenda
budget
timetable
indian paint brush
pink and yellow
among bluebonnets
paint the hills
what was it like,
hiking up from
guatemala?
it can't have been
very nice.
it isn't all that
nice you're here,
is it now...
alone, detained
jerry mathers
the beaver
gerry mandered
manderlay
"all quiet on the
western front"
rabbit hour
the wild rabbit
welsh
rare bit
sent peter stine
a poem wonder
if he has
got it yet
it must be
nine o'clock
will have to shower
fairly soon
perhaps tonight
there goes jodee
out to smoke
"honi soit que
mal y pense"
a little snack
food provided
otherwise you're
on your own
they don't think
about us late
at night, do they?
hungry, wandering
and alone
we had our sandwich
four hours ago
breakfast is
a world away
the bougainvilla
in a hanging basket
in full flower
dancing in the breeze
the chirping murmer
of crickets, cicadas
still and sultry
summer air
i miss seeing
frederika
reading in the
other room
james was just
getting a cup of
ice water
did not speak to me
lightening, thunder?
the sounds of traffic
motor cars
i think i hear
someone coming
it could be
dillingham
i forget
james has cigars
so sue me
i meant no harm
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