life-accidents/nature

i want to be to the end of me in you oh yes stalking street aisles record shopping browsing bookstore shelves thumbing through classics and with it without it (anywhichway) it's like some small part of life is broken and bending under the rest of us talking about hitting the road with a poloroid and searching out semi-clean swimming pools and taking pictures with strangers on the road they are old friends now they are old as dust and carved deep into the flesh of our memory banks whipped out the inside of every time and every way is so good so good this road this walk this life that puts tree leaves just over my head and falling downwards (a few inches of snow) and somehow the black-ice roads make too much sense
share them with me with you with the world

2004-12-23 | 4:27 p.m.
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