busted

got busted in lab....got busted in class....mus b my lucky week...... chance seems to have a fuked up logic to it... and so does consequence..... i mean thr u are being happy lettin the ppl arnd u b happy and outta nowhere you bust a string and go outta tune..... ur favourite letters go fr a wash and u try to decipher the crumpled masses ..... sometimes findin lines you had missed bfore (but this is my lucky week so shit lik tht dsnt happen)...... thr mus be a road outta this..... but with the way things are going i'm pretty sure i'll get run over the minute i step on it..

dreaming in red

its a magnificent light show across the glass, red streaks shatterring a peaceful night sky, some eclipsed by nimbus clouds, pulsing a mellow red glow, nobody seems to notice, the air hostess has a weary look, a man in a suit types away his deadlines, i press my face against the glass, another throb smwhr in the distance, its magnitude pulsing away, thnx fr the greeting, its almost playful... the flashes.. adolescent stretching out across the sky its brilliance breathtaking...the sky... wiser.. convolving around its wishes...accepting its high spirits.. i breathe deep, cant smell the air, but i can imagine...my pencils have sketched this bfore....