Todays sunday scribblings is brought to you by any letter I want!
These photos are taken and credited to my friend Richard Wiebe,
I'm always in awe of his photos!
I'm always in awe of his photos!
These are recently taken of the Vancouver fireworks!
I find enjoyable visuals marry nicely with words!
The Letter P
Composed freaks gather
Exchanging lies
Un-showered
Wearing mismatched
Summer clothing
Dredged up from
Who knows where
Begging to be laundered
A cracked out
Tiny women
Drug worn face
Wavers
Pushing her bicycle
Past my car
Teeth missing
Filthy caste
On her left arm
She has that
Nobody cares look
So neither do I
Who gobbled
Up her soul
And spit her out
To die
I wonder?
Middle aged man
With a Goodrich
Tee-shirt weaves past
I suspect he’s not good
Nor rich
An old man
With a beige
Poodle
Perched under
The seat of
His motor
Chair
Rides aggressively
along
along
Shaking his grumpy
Head at me
Because I’m
Parked in his
Normal path
Far from the smokers
Darling Daughter
Reamed him out
this week
As a pet owner,
Having no water
For his pooch
During this heat wave
was unacceptable
Especially after
he complained
his dog had sunstroke
A grubby big bellied,
Bearded man
Walks by with
A large icy coffee
Comfort for his
Lonely life
On a humid day
Twenty pounds
Of potatoes on
The tops of his
Outstretched arms
Depleted of strength
He stops to
catch his breath
And adjust his
Starchy load
That one had me perplexed
Of motorized chairs
Head for the mall
Head for the mall
Some with more torque
Than others
Scouting out free
Air conditioning
Old ladies wearing
Cardigans
Unflattering pants
And dirty shoes
hobble behind
All I can think is
Thank-you for abundance
My kids
My friends
My car
My perfume
And cash in my purse
Because boy it sucks
To be the letter P
POOR!
