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Subway Journals: Part 10 by Ray Printer Friendly


12/24/03


Wind bullying, pushing, pulling, tantrums of nature. Rain slapping, harsh drops of animosity filling the sky. People cringe, hold coats tight, watch the rogue umbrellas escape back into the wild.

Packed people pushing, consumerism cave-man style, grunting, shouting, anger in the air. Anger everywhere.

Click.

Tie tie tie, fiberglass splinters sticking into everything and every dream. Squeaking and squealing everyone, they carry boxes and bags, they parade in hostility, they share the same spirit.

Splicing minutes, whispering across time in leather boots and a top hat, careful what you sing. Fingerprints in picnic pattens, wrapped everything in generic aluminum foil and the frogs of space shake their collective heads in disgust. Children peering into the darkness, wide-eyed and terrified, but loving every frightening second of it.

When the circle stops spinning, we all look around with dazed smiles, not quite understanding and not quite caring to.

The walls are crumbling, the ceiling is leaking, and the crows have given up on the entire affair. The stars dance in the gutter, just so they can understand their children, and that is why the sky is so dark tonight. Shrugging, returning to the kitchen, those dishes won't wash themselves.



12/27/03


Watching, with nothing else to do, I don't have any of the answers. Christmas music playing out on the street, a spirit that doesn't want to leave. Wondering about the future, thinking that it must start improving at some point.

Nothing like that flush caused by totally screwing up, feel the heat in the ears, the sick sweat, greased embarrassment, and the cheeks give off heat that makes my eyes water. Nice going, partner.

Moving in the dark, cool breeze from somewhere, as silent as space, darkness complete. Running in tandem, never looking back, never thinking back, ignoring the monsters behind and ahead.

Spiced life, not quite enough to make the eyes water, but when you hear her laughing, it's close. Talking to friends or strangers, confessing and obsessing; your love, about your love, and when they say things like that's great, you hear the tears in their voices.

Glance around and steal a kiss, a game played with love and caution. Don't get caught or you pay the price and you better be sure that stolen kiss is worth it.

Jittery hands and jittery words, nervous thoughts collide, seeking, hunting. Stalling through the top of time, ice crystals laced with love and envy, suspended like a dizzy angel's halo.


Comments:
Entered By Anonymous From Unknown
2011-04-05 05:37:47

Wind bullying, pushing, pulling, tantrums of nature. Rain slapping, harsh drops of animosity filling the sky. People cringe, hold coats tight, watch the rogue umbrellas escape back into the wild.~~~Great description here! When the stars dance in the gutter is it time to break out the crazy glue to adhere them their proper loft? Or should we enjoy their company and be smothered by the blackness? Stolen kisses are often the sweetest nectar...



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