red is the color of a fresh-picked rose but blue is the color of Picasso's glow pink is the color of a desert sunset but blue is the color of Apollo I'll bet
after school home alone nobody near, dusty 60s records and a long succession of books that became my good but one-sided friends they were always gone till evening shadows crept
smoking medical pot to relieve the sharp pain that shoots from my ankles as I hobble about the house serving T.V. dinners to my imagined alter-ego, watching Pavlov's dogs
The rasta man was old and very black with long grey dread-locks in a city where multi-culturalism was celebrated but at the time, an actual black face was a great rarity