Tuesday, January 12, 2010


wet petals on a black bough
or is it ordinary faces along the bar cling to the average day, last in this enchanted wood, children afraid of the dark who have never been happy or good?
piles of dark snow lining the sides of the streets
i've spent a week in airports.
slc-atl-day-cvg-washington dallus-paris-bremen-bremen-stanstead.

i feel very confused about alot. how am i supposed to navigate like this? All I know for sure is I dont want anyone else to drive.