an old poem

i found an older post
and some of it
tonight
makes sense (?)

monday is not green

Freeway entrance
Coffee check
Cup tight
no spill
Keeping always
All the surfaces
Clean

Noses little
Freckles
Dreams
Mouths chubby
L.A.’s dream

Hits
Lovers
Cups
Fashion
Scream

Noises
Currencies
African dead
Dreams

Corporate behind
Gimme some
Ganja
Marley
Imaginings
Reality-built-in
jade dreams

where did I read this?
...
oh i know! in my own stupid blog

image my kitchen ceiling
more of the strange saturday headache
light is one of the migraine mysteries i don't get
to see everything with a neon-ish aura for a couple of hours
is rather strange