In The Black Box


Just kept on Going Going.

leave a comment »

And when you kick in… the perfect vibration… and it licks the inside of my skull.. the closest. It scrapes out all the shit. Thats all that was needed. Lets realise that… yes. its good..


So i hoped out just far enough from the end. I took time to see it without the rest. I took the time to feel the wind unhindered. The bench was waiting for the next body. The cyclist just kep on going.. washing by like a flash floods… tsssssssssssSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAA!aaaaaaaaaa and then he was gone.. the corner revealed his tail lights… reaching the next hill and looping off into the ridge.. the wall… the grind. And the familiar looked so serene… so simple. Yellow.


The milk man dropped off the simple things a little early.. Someone to come home to these days… the nights are cold enough to keep it fresh, and that constant rhythm had a taxi man with smiles and smiles… for miles and miles… every green happy… every yellow laugh…  nothing replaces he who is happy with his lot… and he was appreciative of the gesture…


The night kept on cooling… and drops formed on the end of some blade of glass somewhere…


… wheres my keys?


Written by Dave

November 6, 2009 at 2:33 AM

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: