The ride II
Wired sky skin shoots past through the car window,
the eye gets tuned into a sense of distance;
a land conquered by birds floating to and fro.
Saturday, June 9, 2007
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
To begin with
there was a ride. i was in between, on super fast trains that run three hours late. Only the slight rocking of travel made sense. Policemen high strung with light machine guns moved up and down sometimes. At the end of the door a little man was caught smoking. Small sins magnified in air conditioned tombs. How far do we have to go? Whom do have to meet? And the triad will get completed, wait, what does this restlessness mean?
There is a stop. I step out. Black coat garbed men and truant school children try to remove the sun from their eyes. Deep inhalings of contenment. The morning cracks open like a skull on the edge of the tin station roof. How many hours? These questions disturb the complacency of thoughtlessness.
I m a thoughless man.
The green shines in a distance and things are programmed to leave. Some people are playing ball on a field that runs through i dont know where. A kid skims through two defenders and makes my day.
There is a place where the world is a trampoline.
But in the beginninig there is only the ride.
There is a stop. I step out. Black coat garbed men and truant school children try to remove the sun from their eyes. Deep inhalings of contenment. The morning cracks open like a skull on the edge of the tin station roof. How many hours? These questions disturb the complacency of thoughtlessness.
I m a thoughless man.
The green shines in a distance and things are programmed to leave. Some people are playing ball on a field that runs through i dont know where. A kid skims through two defenders and makes my day.
There is a place where the world is a trampoline.
But in the beginninig there is only the ride.
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