Friday, March 20, 2009

Another Zootown Underground Report

In the underground, powerful talismans lined the walls,

pagan drums were pounded,

dinosaurs were denied,

and fire was juggled.

The Mermaid arrives and points out it is time for the photographer to be photographed.

So here I am, the old kitchenpoet, Olshittay, friend to all women everywhere, including witches and goddesses.

1 comment:

  1. Charles, I miss you something terrible. I am coming in July, with Lesley. Possible before with my Trotsky-alike of a boyfriend. Your beards will get along famously.