Like the glowing raincoats of the fall Paris runway in slow motion
are packed with mystery meat scrolling the avenue in the mid-day our city
buses at this hour. Traffic is precariously at peak and our irratibility,
irratibility of me packed into a foul odor food cat-walk grows at
every red traffic light we stop at.
Just about anything this planet fits, wants to wear for utility or antiquity.
Just about anything,
Madonna on the stereo.
11-16-11
inspired a bi-polar gent
Bus Ride
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