Wednesday, September 22, 2010


I wake up, shrug on a cardigan and drink coffee.
Next, I tend to starving peasant boys wandering
around my living room. Their blackened feet
remind me that I need to mop.
Fumes from nearby work trucks travel
through open windows. Oddly, it reminds me of Paris.
It's autumn. A wasted summer of muddled thought.
Grainy photographs and words hover,
waiting for their chance.
My hands make crumb cake instead.


Grammie said...

Nice coffe cup, it looks just like you.

Grammie said...

hate it when I miss spell words and don't catch it before I post