Thursday, 14 January 2010

Discovery

I only found out about Dallas Clayton today. He is a Wes Anderson film in poetry form. Needless to say, I'm already in love.

He is here but I copied one across cos I'm a computer wiz.

WHY THE BUS DRIVER IS LATE

He rises every morning at seven
back pains,
displeased with the color of his walls,
thinking to himself
“I could have done that.
I could have written a movie about vampires.”