Thursday, March 12, 2015
IN DREAMS I STAND BY A HOTDOG STAND
In dreams I stand by a hotdog stand, so lonely and blue under a blue blue moon, tears dripping down onto my hotdog making the bun soggy, grease dripping down onto my hand making my hand greasy. mustard dripping down onto my shoe, making my shoe saucy. I am paralysed with hurt and can't move. If a car comes careening out of control towards me, will the will to self preservation snap me out of this inertia, or am I beyond that now?