REM

I see today with a newsprint fray
My night is colored headache grey
Don't wake me with so much.
Daysleeper.

I woke up with a letter. and an accusation. I woke up with the doorbell serving lunch, guilt and ache...the songs are all mixed up. they make sense that way. honeybee gives me a high. jazz is alright. nostalgic speeches, and i see you're yawning and wish that i would stop...so i do...and next thing i know you're fast asleep...

Sunday

Your sunday starts here...

City

I live in a city. of madness and magic. Its always crowded, they say it even has a "spirit"...but this crowd is made up of strangers. people who go about the business of living alone. they say its a city of dreams...my dreams are bizarre. i don't know about the rest. because we're all strangers. we hardly ever speak. is it possible that people on the trains are pushing and shoving each other only because they want some human contact?