a world

in perfect stillness

and we afire

and

gleaming

Popi done gone

Popi done gone
and where he is
I cannot say.

He gone in dat big bird and fly away.

But in my heart
and mind

I know 

he back again some day.

Unless I go to Dekalb,

then maybe not.

Lo Fi

Blackberry Pic
11/23/12
Sunset from inside the Windsor

Madre

Holga 135N

When popi come to town

When popi come to town
we gonna do that thing.

When popi come to town
clap, stomp and sing.

We gonna smoke dem cigarettes,
pontificate
and ponder,

and tru dem city streets
the two of us will wander.

The sun will set
but you can bet

the time will not be squander'd

When popi come
when popi come
when popi come...

Outside Lola's