river of souls

and here i am, unawkward, silnet once gaain, these times only seem fair when colored like flowers and dripping summertime breeze. radio radio says it 108 out and i think i'm melting away. i'm losing the ability to figure the where's and hows of your mind and all i really want is to bask beneath it. but i'm here, clocking in minutes hours, can there be a week that goes on for a decade (even when it's only half over) and my eyes are closing involuntarily with time.

usually, i'm the cool, fresh gunslinger of the business world and tearing tearing down passages written in stone on walls in buildsings that should be evacuated. asbestos is nothing compared to this tiresome trio of months.

on the way back for an errand, i found myself staring intot heis dodge caravan next to me on the 3-5 heading south and watching people laugh as they were walking slow or running as fast as the traffic will allow. traffic can't take us home fast enough. river of souls, they call you traffic and you're broken only by lights in christmastime colors and your carrying them home so slowly, but you're not carrying me home at all.

i'm tired and i miss the sound of your voice, angel.

2003-08-06 | 5:29 p.m.
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