Wednesday, September 22, 2010

See It Say It

We wandered around the parking lot driving around pop cans and donut boxes. If you're good at your job you can kick the bottom of the door or bang the top of the VCR. The earth spins in silence. Another reason why we won't worry ourselves to sleep or rock the vote or nothing or just forget it. The void of voidness through indiscretion. We're always wandering around slapping each other on the back collars wider than ever we walk around the gap slowly, replacing batteries and new shoes with mud and raindrops, running through channels and grooves. No puddles, but a red bell of fire reflected in mud.