My world is small. The news I read to stop my brain is 7 inches long. I hear a lot of talk tonight which makes me think of fright when blue eyes and blonde hair makes a date rehearsal late the dreams and reels barely feels like a difference in a matter of taste i remember the shimmering water the ride down the road in a rickshaw looking up trying to get up the branches they looked lyike sycamores. a woman stood down below i watched myself get up and go somewhere else in a parking lot an empty store or maybe not back in work a separate office laughs with bosses and royalty checks but now its real and im a bit tired but not too tired to bounce in a riot