thomas built trucks

was driving slow fast slow down the uphill road to wherever it was and saw this little yello bus kids afloat within it, bags in the aisle, up to no good and loving it they were. i envisioned games of truth or dare as it was when i was young on long roadtrips games of penis or games of i never and on and on it was always the same we had to pedal around sex, talk around it dance around it anything to see a thigh or a cock soft hard whatever it was just in the air girls giggle and try to be nonchalant, life was to treasurable then. i remembered having to kiss the "ugly girls" and the girls that had to kiss the "ugly boys", we all wanted to be called men and women not boys and girls, now we all want to be boys and girls not men and women. it's true that youth is wasted on the young. but old age is wasted on the old. so i was riding windows down cigarete dangling from my lips telling myself stories that happened in a plante called yesterday to a man called me and noticed the tiny words in silver on the back "thomas built trucks" and knew that wasted or not it was ours it is ours and i hope they had a motherfucker of truth or dare game where everyone got kissed at least once.

2002-09-14 | 11:57 p.m.
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