Water is a central theme. An older couple in red leather jumpsuits with rhinestone cuff links and eyes the size of polaris dance near the shore. There is no wind today.
Four fourty six in the afternoon. The sun is starting to stay out longer, enjoying itself above the city as we patiently wait for more.
This epic hashlight moon. What was that line you just said? From here we can take the path to the North County. Flipboard revolver our way out of the prairie. For now at least.
I wanted to get a landline so badly. Get rid of my cell phone. Get rid of my television. Chop wood. Grow food. Leave the city and live. It was a good song. But they’d all laugh. Think, “How hip. Pictures with stories.”
Sunday night dinner at Fish Bar. Drinks. Octopus. Flirting with the waitress. She accidentally turned off the music. I laughed. She invited me back. I never went.
When Falmouth attended church all he could think about were the topsy field barons. “Falmouth, come with us!” Falmouth knew better. “C’mon Falmouth! Why don’t we go out! Out towards the sun.”
We’re going to have a good time. It just might take a moment or two. “You got disco in my gravy.” Catch that rattlesnake! Now we got something for dinner.
If You Yearn For Nature in the City, Find It. And Then Roll Around in it Like a Dog. A Filthy Wild Dog.
Falmouth had tracked the beast for hours. He used the time to escape. Little did he know his children had high-tailed it to California. Falmouth was a gentle man, and when the beast gave in, he made it quick.
Cloud Puddle, or How I Perceived the Universe to Exist on the Roof of a Yoga Studio with Ellie the Great Solar Girl.