Monday, August 15, 2011

Old Drum

Old drum.
Sparks rising in darkness...
Faces glow.

A Hound Dog

A hound dog walks
Through my open door;
Sits and scratches.

Her Red Porch Light

Her red porch light
leaves a warm glow
in my heart.

Sunday, August 14, 2011

Preggers...

Preggers...
And not one clue
As to the Deddy.

Dark Alley

Dark alley;
A shadow moves.
Glass is breaking...

Hurricane!

Hurricane!
TVs in empty stores...
I need a rock.

Saturday, August 13, 2011

Fifty-Nine

Fifty-nine
But willin' ~
Her hips sway.