Sunday, February 11, 2007

Crooked line to a diagonal future

I keep counting and waiting and waiting. I keep figuring that everything's going to be alright. I keep my fingers crossed because the wind changed and they got stuck that way. I run until my lungs feel like bubble wrap -- alveolar-ripple-puddle. I want to be there, where the drip joins the rest, where the sea sprays the air...

I just want to hear. I just want to see. I want what is real.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

FDB - I always enjoy what you have to say.

WaxingGrassHoppeR said...

thx tiny bits of fire ... it's nice that you come around and read my ramblings... FDB