the muddy roads
just add up
to my overall laziness

the guy who killed
john lennon looks
like a fat elvis

just another day
with wind
and surprises

hadn't i walked in circles
i'd marched a tenth
of the way to seattle already

the streets are full of restaurants
that have less atmosphere than
bus terminal waiting rooms

direction shepherd's bush
a man told me: walking
past me, going wrong

brighton is full of clocks
but none is showing
the right time

a day in brighton:
gay parade and
wobbled through completely

learning involves
a part of the brain
i obviously don't have

next door neighbor
weirdest creature, capable
of language i've ever heard