a dirty little road,

with picnic wrappers in the gutter

and I dawdle

but its dusty and gravelly and it turns and

veers over hills and disappears

I’d make more progress on a bicycle

but walking is my style

hold on there is someone else

hallo

hallo

and?

what

do you have something to say? I ask full of hope

yes

you may begin

blood flows blood flows blood flows blood flows

no time for a jedi teddy

can I borrow your mush eddie (machete)?

in this wonderful world

hold on

in this beautiful world

hold on

hold on

hold on

hold on

hold on

hold on hold on with a grip so tight

it dams my blood makes my head feel light

blood flow blood flow