I want to lay my head on this pillow and dream :
the stories linger on and I am part of each. The
red bicycle, the colored peach pit, the lady at
the end of the wobbly hall, eating frog's legs
with her yellow pencil. I'm sure you
know what I mean.
Let's sit here then, and just watch : damn!
There's the actual bicycle shop of the red
bicycle's being, and that lady,
she's walking her dog.