You are not prepared

Monday, 26 May, 2014

Words by Ben Donaldson
Photography by Zoe Efron

Your you comes back to you

From its night journey.

The sky air turns you over.

Locked in the exhaustion of stasis,

Your mindthoughts stuffed into the static

Box moving through space.

You have only your phonethoughts

And stomachthoughts.

The bus – like Charon – carries you

Ever on to the realization – like death:

You have forgotten your reader.


University looms before you,

A watertalking haven in

A firewalking world.

You are not prepared.