Thursday, January 13, 2011

Sunday, January 02, 2011

dead flowers

stratford (take me to the station)

we drank foster king cans
by the river before
titus andronicus

Winter

he ran to catch up to her. she stopped and they faced each other, him leaning in, suddenly arrested.

why? what did i do?

she said, i think it's lame that you made the Goat's Head Soup album cover your Facebook photo.

he shook his head and the honesty in his face made her think twice.

she touched his chin and he lifted his eyes to hers. she says, "because that record's so conflicted. It's the end of the Stones and in a way, the end of truth. And you think you can use all that as your avatar? You're just like the rest of them. Making yourself by your associations.

He was dumbfounded. But she had a point.