Sunday, May 21, 2006

I'm leaving on a jet plane

"I can change the world" insisted Ben at 5:30 in the morning
"yeah, but can you make it so I don't have to wake up?" I thought.

"Soon I will be done" sang Luke,
"With the troubles of the world" sang I.

I think of the "Blair Witch project" while running past a Pine Forest.

Parting the trees, a streak of red and blue meets the sky, cloud-framed and orange rimmed.

Cue "I'm leaving on a jet plane", 'cos "My Lover's Gone".

Scroll and coffee in a paper cup, outside a shopfront, very "Breakfast at Tiffany's"