Friday, September 17, 2004

a drivel of nonsense

i don't know what i'm doing
today i am telling myself to slow down and THINK
distance and class; the ignition of thought
to flourish or dwindle?
an indulgence, perhaps

what i really meant to say was this...

Beach Avenue
steam rises off the road masking the unkown
while we barrel through uncertain territory
but also through familiar quick wit
i missed you
i'm glad you are here; back
we drive for hours
we talk through time
where others have been threatened
by twelve years
will it be again

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