Tuesday, May 22, 2012LOOKING FOR RHYTHM / FINDING SPEEDI walked around all day looking for the rhythm; tossed up old memories, like dust heavy rugs, but there was only small change underneath. I ate lunch early. There was bugger all to eat. The tomatoes didn't help. The toast offered that subtle consolation of perfect melted butter on the tongue. Greasy... Sign in to see full entry. |
