Mother, send me to sleep in the arms of crosstown wailing. I can bear anybody's troubles as long as my own house is full of fry smells and chocolate. The continual bad news cannot erode me; I only play at listening to it. I don't go to any of the so-called trouble spots, the dark camps of hideous black and yellow souls lit from within and thrashing in a gravy of disaster. No, I'm tougher than that. I am one strong pigeon.
Nice mezzotint effect this one has going for it.
ReplyDeleteThrashing in a gravy of disaster...nice.
ReplyDeleteAlso, I shouldn't look at your blog right before going to sleep.
Wind him up and watch him wiggle!
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My best friend bought "Pupshaw and Pushpaw" for me.
ReplyDeleteHe died yesterday.
Rest in Peace
Kevin Dean Harrington
11/21/1952-6/16/2006
I did not hear about the tsunami,
ReplyDeleteI chose not to.
I did not see the beggars on the streets,
I was looking at something else.
I do not see the plight the world is in,
But I am not blind.
Strong pigeons are the best ones.
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Thrashing in a gravy of disaster...nice.
ReplyDeleteAlso, I shouldn't look at your blog right before going to sleep.