Sniff!

Me smell you out there. With these sniffers.

Cannot get away from me, you.

I Got Me Some Wallies Today

As you can see.

Among this here scratchy morning light.

Bunker.

What to you hear when you pound your head against a wall?

Bunk. Keep it up and you become a bunker.

Or paint a racing stripe on it. We don't care.

Windowfull.

What's up there? Besides stuff?

More stuff? Or less? Stories?

Two View.

Look once, look twice. No one cares.

You still don't see it.

Metered.

Brightly.

Leave your pen light at home then.

Sun Hole (With shrubberies.)

Kinda bright, considering how dark it is.

Interesting though. (Tingly too, especially in the middle.)

Blue Hole

Where I grew up, they called them flower petals.

Around here it's blue holes. I get it, sorta.

Buzzer

Painted on a wall.

Yet still happily flapping.

PopMe

It Came From The Garden One Morning.

Full of color and sun.

Escape From Gravity

Open Mondays thru the end of the season or until you hit dirt.

After that it's still harder than it looks, easier than it seems.

Cleveland Rocks

Made to your specifications. While you wait.

Fine-grained and wall-mounted in every possible direction.

Famous Dog Kernels

Eat from a bowl. Crap on the floor. Come as you are.

All OK as long as you salute.

Colorful Confusedness

Eh. Not so confused after all.

But colorful. If your cones is still working.

Folded Floppiness

Sometimes it turn out this way.

Sometimes knots.

Harboring

Recently the harbor out here was covered with linoleum, then waxed.

In the main it waxes blue, and I had onions for lunch.

Lámpara

Recently I have been promoted from a dwarf planet to a gas giant.

But still, still they will not let me go out alone. You? Do you like lamps?

Two Looks

Sometimes better than one.

Sometimes only side-by-side.

Bush Thought

Do bush think? Do them?

Look more closely next time.

Hopping Box Hopper

If you could say only one thing about everything, what?

Would that make the one leg box stop its hop?

Three Up And Change It

On your marks. Get set.

Count down carefully from there.

Count Me In

Lots of times.

I need the practice.

Caged

I salute thee (or thy knees, anyway).

From inside the box.

A Believable Alibi.

Is not possible.

Under these circumstances.

Cupping It

Brenda told me not to, but I did.

Went out in the sun and looked at things. Wow.

Bertie

My friend, he is.

Clean and discreet.

Morning Mechanicals

Up there above me, on the roof.

Doing whatever. (I don't know either.)

Ferry To The Zone

Waiting for me, one morning.

But I kept going the other way.

Blue Eyed Morning

At least that's how I saw it.

Through my one open eye.

Three For The Morning

Which is about as far as I can count then.

Flowers wake earlier, look better. But can't count either.

Intimate Yellows

Right there. Right here.

At the middle of things.

Green Whisperers

Say something to each other.

And maybe to me. I'm not sure.

Saw Leaf

Stand back. You can say you saw it.

Versus vice versa.

Skun Kabbage

I know what you're thinking. Not much.

So just keep staring at the colors until something happens.

Yella

If you are in pane.

Or trapped by the blues.

TuEyes

Shot on a Thursday.

With one eye open.

Glass!

Relax.

It's all in your head.

Blue Open

Which is where, which is why, which is what?

Three things I'd like to know more about.

DirtyClean

You get some of each.

At this place.

Grandma Wouldn't Approve

The reality is all wrong.

And she could never handle that sort of thing.

Time Wrinkles

Are following me.

See their shadows?

BushWall

One is real. And the other is.

More real. If you look closely.

Morning Glow

Forever there. Even when.

It's not visible.

Frozen Rust

Cool in the morning light. With steps.

Leading somewhere chilly.

Shadow Spider

Creeps along.

Creeps me anyway.

Hiding

Doesn't get you anywhere. Except out of sight.

Unless you peek.

Boxers

Just floating there, belligerent, with their gun out.

Seen only by me.

Bright

With clouds. And cold.

And altitude.

Redspook

Up there, on the wall.

And I see twice of it. Boo.

Port Angeles Morning

A bit nippy on the tits.

But picturesque.