STACK THE ZIG ZAG:
Clean the gutters. Make everything pristine, re-set to zero.
Fast cars, black cars, waiting outside hotels for pick-ups.
A train, a banana, Toy Town, Media City humming, hissing,
transmitting to the world. A fly, trying to escape, crashes
a window that never opens. Lone men walk with pockets full of
knuckles , cases run on wheels, following signs to tv gardens.
Get balls through hoops on patches of green surrounded by
high security fences, locked gates, keep ’em out.
New universe.
(K)
Our universe.
Sounds like a jail with flas de da
Greetings from LA…
Saw many things my friend db,a boring six,a warm sculptur,
i miss many things my friend’s and a warm hand.
It’s a wonderfull world…
Goodnight
Thank you!