Wind tunnel between two buildings. Howling wind on my back, in my hair ready to carry me off. Ghosts in reflections of sleeping brick apartment complexes. Nighthawks stumbling back home. Multicoloured plastic flags flying. Police cars wailing past. 4th can of coke. Insomnia is not so bad.
(best enjoyed with this song)
3 comments:
dude!
wow.
vani, the picture/writing reminds of andrea arnold's red road.
aah, and elliott smith :)
Thank you dears. I haven't seen that movie, Nam but I'll check it out.
Elliott Simth and Nick Drake, my "dejected poet" soul brothas.
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