Yes, I’m subjecting you all to more of my poetry, only because a few of you insisted that I post these pieces somewhere “permanent” so you can read them to your heart’s content no matter what end of the earth I’ve wandered off to. The photo, like the poem, is at least five years old.
Cowgirl
So I’m walking down Bolinas
Minding my life’s business
When suddenly a catcall pierces the air:
Hey there, cowgirl
How you doin’?
It’s just some scruffy shmuck
In a pickup truck
Trying his luck
Hoping to f–
latter
Wanting me to return his boomerang with some friendly chatter, see
But what would happen if I threw back what really matters to me? Continue reading