fat man in red
Another in sky blue.
Many miles away
a woman realises,
Everything only gets
Another tells a child
to shush. A seagull laughs.
Questions are being asked.
Buildings stand proud, like
Books lined up in a
firing squad -
on a giant
A shelf where insects
Wednesday, 6 July 2011
i've read one of scott fitzgerald's books
- and now i want to move to france: i've
always been a weak man (moved to throw
possesions out onto the street after seeing into
the wild) and so now my mind travels south.
It crosses dreary channel+england, and on
through to paris & nice nice. but the rotten glamour
is gone in an absence of absinthe - it's all toxic beaches
and the stink of revolution wafting from afrika,
and so my body resides, on the couch, playing my xboxx.