Ada Fulgham, Vision witer and cartoonist

faces I saw yesterday

I used as dreams last night

now I’m empty

needing new mind material

lonely without unfamiliar physiognomy

I need to clutter my thoughts

so out I go

I see people walking in the rain

splintered splashing lines

rain grey on glass

bright boots and reflections of streetlights

hands slick and held

bloody neon water

the clouds running from it all

walking faster

and I come home to me

turn on the lights

not feeling lonely anymore