(part 2) Imagine (Surreal Thoughts)
An eight foot man floating past my bedroom window
He is wearing a blue and red bow tie
A clock is talking to me in a very human way
and the sky wants to join in the conversation, but
it's not friends with the clock.
I sit here writing anything that comes to mind
because I can think of
nothing else to do
and I am as bored
as the word itself...
Thursday, February 1, 2007