17427, So I pass the baton back... Posted by marijane, Fri Sep-16-05 03:56 PM
I can smell it... the crued stentch of a faint memory the waning reminance of human life like nostalgic memories of cartoon characters floating behind the seduction of a stream of scented smoke i am possesed by this invisible hint Without measure of compitence I arise from my seat pretending not to casually look for my kindred spirit amongst the crowd- while en route to finding the employer of my suddenly vigilant mission yet I see him my minds eye has a sharp periferal And as we dangerously sway to the left from a quick turn and disconnection of track to wheel, the steel forms re-align and tie he and I back together. the smell permeates my existance And I cannot be distracted by soul-food again Another prescence piggy-backs my inspiration And causes me to stop searching she coyly retreats to the discomfort of the "Business Pages" noticing me being unnoticably noticed by the man in the window seat across from her what is black and white and red all over? I question...
ur it! ___________ Please keep shining this train should undoubtably be traveling straight for the archives.
|