My travel here inspired these late night scribblings on hotel stationary:
The sun bleaches away the color
the sound of gravel, dust
a rigid pole in a lot
a sign, "The story of Now"
you've got your head wrapped in cellophane
you get used to the tension
the more you see the more you sweat
drifting down
underwater in a pool, looking up
the leaves on the surface must be cleared
again
it never ends
. - , . .. : . . .. . . - , : . .
the friendly retard has perfect vision
he roller skates down the street
the sideshow freak has a secret
something will happen
. - , : ... . . . . . . . . . - , : . .
pain, the continual edit
freedom is internal
emptiness, the destination
The sun bleaches away the color
the sound of gravel, dust
a rigid pole in a lot
a sign, "The story of Now"
you've got your head wrapped in cellophane
you get used to the tension
the more you see the more you sweat
drifting down
underwater in a pool, looking up
the leaves on the surface must be cleared
again
it never ends
. - , . .. : . . .. . . - , : . .
the friendly retard has perfect vision
he roller skates down the street
the sideshow freak has a secret
something will happen
. - , : ... . . . . . . . . . - , : . .
pain, the continual edit
freedom is internal
emptiness, the destination
