And they lived battily ever after…
November 16, 2010 § Leave a comment
In an elevator.
I hope I can tell stories to kids as well as my mother did.
I hope I can two-face it when you’re two-stepping.
God you’re lovely.
God it’s good.
God who the hell are you? Where are you? When are you?
I notice your name reads from right to left; this leaves me speechless. I once loved letters.
Now, serious. No, seriously.
I’ll swap you my tonsils for your numerals. They’re pretty pink, did I mention? Enjoy them.
Your existence is a theatre. I enter. Here you are. There are you. Is this an answer to my ‘where are you?’
Side: Ahoy my crank, ahoy my creature.
Yes, this is an answer.
I need dreams, shelter. More surely, I need sleep.