assorted non-sensicals

logic never releases its hold
as well as little waves against the shoreline
taking to deeper waters

spontaneous sets up camp
where the run off of adages
punches in the gut

she- spontaneous slips and slides
in a muddy oracle of bliss
forgetting the time

a spit shoe shine
works best in hot weather
tempering the leather

the july sun on the harbor
bobs up and down, sashays sideways
in the form of a cross

st. francis never gave up
on animals, humans, and
chocolate brown robes

the dark night of the soul
awakes with pink high heel sneakers
hip hopping through newly leased clover

the lavish spread of picnic items procured
promise pate' fois gras on a baguette- hold the horn
between your pursed lips, and blow Braham's lullabye


~words/photo~ kate lamberg (c) '15