Today At The Splash Park

Voted most notable notary by his peers

Hands extending tendril like offering a gift

Tumbrils of mist at the mouth of the portal

It is time the mugshot beckoned

Take seagull’s flight to the coast road

It leads to nowhere but that is ok

I guess

You guess?

A baked ham sits baking on the promenade very near the Splash Park

It’s all so perfectly designed in its dismal symmetry

Rotary Club

Very white make up

Very clay brown crackling

Very dense air with smell of cooking flesh human or otherwise

And all the while splash zone

We could search this town turn out all the houses build a pyre and still find nothing of worth

We could ride roughshod over these dreamers

Wheel spins in the darkness fumes from the spinning wheels of utility buggies, dumped lodes, clod busted wagons, incinerated dust carts, old boats held up by bricks.

The only worthwhile thing here is solitude if that’s what you want you’re on the wrong side of the river.