From the summer of 1983
I sit here confused in a
bus or it it plane station waiting room
the walls breathe
that man's staring at me!
uh-where's my ticket?
I had it here
with my
cigarettes
and rolling
papers
Now I'm in the bathroom
I think
anyway, there' a toilet
and it's making far too much noise
flush
flush
flush
and a rubber machine on the wall -
sex for a dime!!
I piss
shivering
I leave the bathroom
But back out here
the voice from the silver hole in the ceiling says
and I quote
"Quortle miklrandyroff orka orka orka"
Uh - hey - guy, is that my bus?
Or - is it plane?
Turn down the air conditioning,
I think I'm cold.
Ah, there's the
train.....
I'm getting on a train w/a
BUS TICKET(?)
which I cannot read -
see you in Reno?
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