Fall asleep at Euston StationA package that knows its place.Dream a little dreamBefore being poked and made to leaveYou understandIt’s the usual thing.Walk up to
Month: June 2011
Woman crosses the streetTen feet in front of me.Not looking leftNot looking rightJust striding out like she owned the road.I hoped for a car to
Myra, can you find me?I’m under the earth with a tin can for a halo.Dogs sniff the earth for clues,But I remain an unsolved riddle.Too