Saturday, November 27, 2004
[microdream]
(to live and die in an old italian art museum. walk in circles.
throw smiles at dusty windows.)
in Houston, folks don't think like you do. chemical plants are small disneylands.
fading Kerry/Edwards stickers on cars give you puppy-dog eyes.
satori is on the screen. in the tongues of football announcers.
its where record stores are only found in history books.
and they hang up on you.
but, the barbecue sauce should be a Shakespearean character.
and winters are warmer than sweatered love poems.
im going to go build a library in the middle of the street now.
see if i get arrested.
(i think getting caught reading material that isnt for school as a minority is a misdemeanor.)
black leaves are talking all the jazz.
