#1935 (#196)

endlessly searching

and still fruitless on and on

mataeology

#1934 (#195)

a foot-slogging day

hot worn feet but we did it

ice cold beers all round

#1933 (#194)

a bird in the dark

waiting inside a pochette

for its big moment

#1932 (#193)

homogenous homes

stretching on for evermore

brick venereal

#1930 and #1931 (#192)

a parabolist

speaks as if in tongues to me

metaphors are hard

*

parabolist speech

always giving pause for thought

as i decipher

#1929 (#191)

boats grasshoppering

over sandbanks seem godlike

to a grasshopper

#1928 (#190)

the neoteric 

ways of complaining outdo

all of the old ones