Sunday, June 15, 2008

Closed Sofa Eyes.

There was an old woman vomiting candy at the street-side,
smarties, skittles, toffees and sweets.
Still neatly wrapped in their crinkly papers,
dislodging themselves from her body.

I couldn't tell if she stole them earlier,
or if I was hallucinating it all.
Why was an old woman vomiting candy by the street,
the rainbow concoction hitting the asphalt with dull thuds.