Thursday, October 12, 2006

The Getaway

I scream in my sleep
Martin Scorsese's eyebrows are chasing me
across LA
I carry a tired cardboard suitcase stuffed
full of my old writings
novels and screenplays
and scraps of ideas
jotted onto bar napkins
crowding away the
phone numbers
of lovers gotten
and forgotten
notes for unwritten books
spill as I run
Martin Scorsese's eyebrows are chasing me
across LA

2 Comments:

Blogger cabeza said...

awesome. absolutely awesome.

7:24 PM  
Blogger norinha said...

i love.

8:59 AM  

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