Poetic Interludeness

(forgive the non sequitur this week,  

alas creativity 

is at times its own indulgent goodness.)

shade of grey #51

behind the curtains of a Rapid City Motel 6

my Harley hooded against the wetness

car chase porn screaming at 16:9

ecstasy unfolds between Twain and Steinbeck
thrusting with cruciverbal rhythms

sultry greyness erupts!

tomorrow's fantasy: shadowcide