a rusty lawnmower

mowing down the embryonic
statistician
counting the dots on
the ceiling of a 63 volkswagen
sitting in the way way-back
all wool scratchy and weird smelling like
phony wool
waiting for the forest men to take
back their felt hat
-found at the edge of a treeless
circle of grass and branches but
all I wanted was a
basketball coming from the east coast
into the heat
of California

Salinas Rodeo

They call it a Ro-day-o now.

No work this week and also next. but the weather.

ass emboll blodge