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Date Posted: 20:23:38 05/04/01 Fri
Author: Bono
Subject: Destination 201 (daydreaming)

City sweet rain
rattles the perspex bus shelter
where I stand alone in my thoughts
fixed eyes
hypnotized
into the noisy and running drain

dead petrol fumes mix with the puddles
creating vertical rainbows
and as I look at my worn shoes of years on the road
Glasgow
rushes through me like a first orgasm, "yīknow the bit where no one tells you the "sensation" comes from the toes and tingles your back like an electric fence in a "generous
storm"
well like that!

there a small boy (not much older than grade 3) tries to sell me a tomorrows newspaper
but with yesterdays (or is it TODAYS) news? I canīt think straight as I can only have one dream at a time!

the "vertical Rainbow" intrigues me and watches every move I make

A bus
(not a minute on time)
arrives, breaks squeaking, halts and splashes new rain over my vertical rainbow
and washes it away down the hole
"God how I miss that vertical rainbow"

The night it is simply dead
newspaper venders shouting out
PEACE IN THE MIDDLE EAST
(at least)

On my earphones comes peircing but comfortably pitched vocals
reaching out to touch me and spill my dreams out onto the wet roads that shine with markings and pedestrian crossings do now look (for the first time) like dead Zebras, shining at a Hyena party

September

streets capsizing
spilling over
and down the drain
shards of glass
splinters like rain
but you could only feel your own pain

October

talk getting nowhere

November

December

remember
we just start it again
Please
get off up your knees

and letīs talk peace!

Out of the steamy windows
blurs of cafe bars
McDonalds slaughter houses
and hotel bay windows condensed in pink
rush by
pulling my left eye

a light and innocent tap on my shoulder awakens me
and an Old frail Lady (a lot older than grade 3)
kindly asks me about the destination of this bus...
I smile
and softly tell her that this bus will take you to wherever you want to go
Iīs a number 201
and it will drop me off at my first school
and if you close your eyes and ask the driver nicely
he might just take you to where you first met your Husband.

Well you have to be kind donīt you?
After all EVERYONE is allowed to daydream

Bono

This is a true story and
written whilst listening to PLEASE by U2
on my Walkman

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