In Washington I’m feeling much better than in NYC.
Don’t call this place America, I’m telling you. I don’t like it.
Birling on my floating log
so I can win the competition.
I see myself reflected in a puddle on the street when I fell off the grey clouds.
I’ll need a new prescription for the plants near the window.
I misunderstood. You were talking about someone you know.
I was talking about something else. I don’t know that person.
I told you I haven’t met her/him.
I wish I knew what you were talking about.
I don’t know what to think.
DO WHATEVER YOU WANT. GO AHEAD.
Why don’t I start writing poetry with a spray bottle?
Long verses, as many graffiti stanzas.
My brain is being master.