20070105

can you say "i am lost"?


a grey mouse runs across the driveway into the shrubbery. hides amongst its brown feet. becomes an invisible rock. its rapid heartbeat and bright onyx eyes its only giveaway. above it, skinny fingers hold up white scented clouds that occasionally rain yellow dusty ashes over the grey mouserock.

a pale girl sits on a curb with shiny shellacked surface. hides in a forest of smoke. becomes a petrified tree. ants crawl around her, unseen amongst the bumpy curb surface. a milipede runs its infinitesmal feet over her shoes; a long pilgrim over an empty plane. sand dunes. exodus. above her thinning fluorescent light fight thumbbattles with the night and occasionally rain sparks over the pale tree.