wild side west

centaur made, and stained glass
mossy shoes with succulents
smoking
englishman and parisian female
american indian bust
moldy marijuana
abalone shells with butts
park bench square dance
spending freely and speaking freely
murals among us
old typewriters have seen raindrops
stairs leading places
he has a switchblade peeping through his pocket
green ashtray
no numbers, say yes to words
flowers of algorithms
she sits there
rocketman flying down
why nots & where are we goings
death and ceremonies
matriarch of a flock, an icon
stories, ethel merman and her in bars
realities combine, space, time,
we go on living
older each day
respect
busts, booze, boobies
big mouths
stickers, old toys,
places we've been
star trek, the final frontier
in the alley way
just bells, beautiful bells
moss welding with rust
i'm sad now, what a wretched woman
we did this together,
nine months later...
we're here.