Water rushing down my back, damn, its not hot enough. The hot water system in this house sucks. Mind wanders around, trying to find something to settle on. Too many things. Restless day. My ISP is being a bitch; words are flowing from me lately, gushing even; dreams overflowing from night into day; the water’s cooled off again, turn it up. From the corner of my eye, I see my shoulders are starting to turn red. I should get out. People patterns. Different patterns of language, different patterns of behaviour. Some of those patterns have changed lately, wonder why that is. Shoulders are red. Should get out. That’ll do, turn off the taps, reach for the towel.. U2’s ‘Stay (Far Away, So Close)’ arrives in my head from godknowswhere.
Green light, seven eleven
you stop in for a pack of cigarettes
you don’t smoke, don’t even want to
hey now, check your change
dressed up like a car crash
the wheels are turning but you’re upside down