Thursday, January 1, 2015

old year

Any place can become an ugly place
Ugly places can become pretty
The young pink bathroom becomes gray and lazy
The tiles used to be wet candy

There was an elegant little forest
When the leaves all drop 
you see how short the distance is 
through the forest to the trucks on a road

I like the trucks and the forest
I remind myself
I like the tiles and the trucks and the forest

If I were a surgeon would I be unable to focus at work
Like all the other jobs
Would I still get that feeling like there was nothing behind my face
Would I forget what I was doing with my hands

I have lots of dreams about my school
I don't have any fantasies about what school can be anymore
I want a car (I don't even know what a car looks like)
But I have a fantasy about a car