coins in the couch, dollars in the forest.
walking around this town, midday, where
are the people? inside, making and then
eating sandwiches. don't waste the good
memories on the bad days, I always say.
you'll get run outta town talking like that.
careful with what you reveal. everyone
looks naked wet, drenched in various types
of water. the key is, to imagine the world
in cheaper clothes than what you wear.
knockoffs, fakies, junk pieces, you know
the types. careful shit doesn't turn into
a musical. all actions and dialogue being
underscored by, what? phantom violins
and ghost timpani sounds dandy at first
brush,
but it gets old faster than you think.