Tuesday, April 18, 2006

Strand(ed)

Bus stops are always the same everywhere, taken somewhere, taken home.
I'm doing this. Pasting it all over. You will see. The red and green men change change. Moves forward, motion.
If i close my eyes i'll fall asleep and miss my stop flat bed.
I do.
It'll be alright.
I'll have dreams like moving pictures.

No comments: