2/11/2021

Anecdote of the Open Road

Pickle jar full of trucker piss

thrown into a roadside ditch

reflecting the glow of the moon,

a beacon in the night.


[LSS, 2/11/21]


Boarding House


The landlady untethers her house

and lets it drift until her windows 

frame a fresh series of paintings 

to entertain the paying guests.


[LSS, 2/11/21]

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