Wednesday, 15. November 2006
A Found Doodle*
"Walking out
into that cold and brutal
Mid-Western morning with
the smell of her shampoo melon and lime
in my hair, I didn't taste hope
in the air puffing out of my mouth",
such is the tenor of conversations I have
with this morning's rain as I wander up and down the avenues.
* On the back of a restaurant bill
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