April 19, 2007

Pecking at Dried Vomit on Thirty Third Street

Patience is what kills the most miserable people.
Imagine a world where roadkill can speak.
Go for a walk without looking over your shoulder.
Enter the green door leading to the black room.
Ordinary miracles go unnoticed in the disarray.
Nausea trembles in our stomachs like a butterfly.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Great work.