walk-like-a-ghost

DAYLIGHT We cut the legs off of our pants Threw our shoes into the ocean Sit back and wave through the daylight Slip and slide on subway grates These shoes are poor man's ice skates Fall through like change in the daylight I miss yellow lines in my roads Some color on monochrome Maybe I'll paint them in myself These sidewalks liquid...then stone Building walls and an old pay phone It rings like all through the daylight. And in the daylight we can hitchhike to Maine I hope that someday I'll see without these frames And in the daylight I don't pick up my phone 'cause in the daylight anywhere feels like home. I have five clocks

"Because I'm in distress. That's what the doctors call it. The ones they took me to see. Distress." Jane leans her head against the wall. There's a blue vein pulsing in her left temple. The fingernails on her hand lifting the cigarette to her mouth are bitten down to the bleeding point. "And it's true, I suppose," she says. "I have a fiance who's missing. Andrew. 'Missing in action,' they call it. Since March the fifth." This makes me think of Virginia Woolf. Missing in action. That's exactly what's happened to her. She seems definitely to be a casualty of war at the moment. Like any other. When I used to work more actively in private garde

Do you get nervous when someone is angry and yelling around you? More curious than nervous. What places have you been to today? My bed and this couch. HOWEVER, it is only 8am. Think about the last compliment you received, what was it on? Some guys in a truck yelled, "Nice tits!" on my run, yesterday. Hm. Currently what are you wearing? Pajama pants, robe, shirt. The. End. Who did you last make plans with? Um. Kyle, for tonight. And then work people for tomorrow night. What smell reminds you most of summer? Freshly mown grass! Could you ever be friends with someone who hurt you before? I'm friends with quite a few people who've hu