Whispers from fallen leaves

I know what am not to know, the aim and what transpired were never premeditated

Surprise, surprise it hit you on the face “damn I think I can hang with this” I just want a kiss I just want a lay, the night is young and a new year is coming

Where art dwells thee, oh no where but bouncing around my own head because of boredom
I hear you hang and lay my friends’ friend, my my that’s news to me, my friend told me that your friend was no more

My my, how fine you are- I hear and saw that you get rocked back and forth
Oh so, now you want to join the crowd? I am different, like no other you have seen…true, you are
Window snatches, scraping, watching stars…Onion peels
Toilets, garages chairs

You hear that, what? Listen…

Calling, calling, the train is about to leave- wait, I wanted to tell you that I …
Calling, calling, hello…hi, I am at the bus station…good to see you again
Calling, calling, your flight is leaving in 45 minutes…who will be there? No, you will see them and they will take you there
Calling calling – where are you??? I am already here
Aero space beds; antic speakers; are we human or are we…
These chips are nice, yes they are- wait…was that not…calling calling

No, the one with the tub please- just across
Sand everywhere; discovery channel…PSP
Primi, sportswear, MacDonald’s, Jet, Newscafe,
Spanish Guitar; breakfast in bed…air con

Black velvety silky carpets; Nederburg wine; Gatsby

Do you hear the whispers from the fallen leaves