November 2010
21 posts
“They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it’s night once more.”
—Pozzo
November 3
I’m sitting in a cafe,
drinking a Coke.
A fly is sleeping
on a paper napkin.
I have to wake him up,
so I can wipe my glasses.
There’s a pretty girl
I want to look at.
Richard Brautigan