sunday in the park with barney. in his old age he's got that child look in his eyes, lighting up when he sees me.

 up north where the saplings struggle in hard lawn by the cemented lake no one can access.

crooked tongue

eatin swamp chicken

it is interiority i value, which google says is not a real world but which a search shows is a philosophy i didn't know but practice.

eva marie saint might love barney.

kiss my forehead.

dogs in the sky.

how can you promise something and not deliver it? the story of human progress.

i am loving it.

lucky dogs

we are slowly becoming immune to propaganda.

just by laying around in the park.

some other time.

i looked at the caption and it said the looking tooth and i thought i had written the looming tooth.  i was thinking of the looming white monster dentist and me so small, and then the tooth in the sky, replacing the sun. and what are eye-teeth?