so terrible give some street description
the garbage cans were dirty and banged floating one inch above pavement I don't even notice them
give more street description, don't give description of your heart
there were little hearts, it was not valentine's, they were made of clay hovering in front of each address, just one
so what a picture, a slight smudge
words in front of face
your address
give more street
the description, it is all I can take
oh, whole you, let me stare at that a bit - don't go in yet, please, no
I see "dense nuts writing words are just terrible loved by me" in you, I won't take
so go on, another street
the street sailed, smudges on bookshelves were somehow computer, I stood in front of shelves in bookstores, smudges were moving by on screens, beautiful abstract smudges, there were no books
I had given up
and I had this
