Drooping yellow and orange hawkwed, Ox-eye daisy between the pavement and second-growth forest, while I was stopped consulting a map — i didn't know where i was going. But it seemed important to know where i was. Eitheer the beat or the benality of being without work.
Lipstick of dawn, strangers ambling a beach, bones of unusual fish, or the face emerging from under the structure of a pier, someone who could be loved if the right personality happened by myself. For instance.
With flowers boxes on fronts of bungalows along the way (petunias mostly) until the last gas station. Was in the distance — Frank O'Hara said, the country is the city without houses, there was a time when i thought that was insughtful — a lilt in the air.
Lipstick of dawn, strangers ambling a beach, bones of unusual fish, or the face emerging from under the structure of a pier, someone who could be loved if the right personality happened by myself. For instance.
With flowers boxes on fronts of bungalows along the way (petunias mostly) until the last gas station. Was in the distance — Frank O'Hara said, the country is the city without houses, there was a time when i thought that was insughtful — a lilt in the air.