augustine
high
powered by herbal rhythms
afternoon as always
in Port town part-times and petty crimes
purveyed with posits for parody
blue streaks maybe but no bleach
move on or go ogle
leave room on both sides
fraught with feathery feelings
blown out for a yard
without a fence to climb
ferns to fell a fall
terms to tell it all
with that easy dj roll
porched and puffing or
punching the 'puter
perfectly occupied pre-saturday
doin' it all for my baby
'cause she's as fine as she can be
we ensued what shy line
poem: Robert Lescatre Photo: JG, Grey's Peak
