DIFFERENT TRAINS:

 

Half an apple for a train ride into town, a notebook & pen.

Listening to Fella & Franky Knuckles as I walk around the 

East End listening for images. A camera for lyrics, an eye 

for words. Found objects are the same as conversations 

overheard in passing, never glancing up from the page so 

no one know’s what I’m writing. Don’t invite the question.

 

(K)