boats against the current
…only bruised knees and scratched arms, and something else, something deeper than skin and contusions, an actual reconfiguring of marrow and flesh, but not growth.
…we laugh loader and push the accelerator down further, unsure if the gyrations of trajectory are caused by the weather or our manic response of speed and only more speed.
I understood like blood what words only outlined: to discover is to destroy.
The speakers now moan sadder songs, punk ballads that invite a smoke break, so we shuffle out the door taking only hats and scarves and huddle round, not really talking ‘cause no one remembers gloves, so hands remain in pockets and cigarettes remain in mouths till stubs.
The world made sense for about four minutes earlier today; then the feeling passed.
You don’t have to be terribly smart to spot an idiot.
…most of it set-dressing, pleasant backdrops for unpleasant people.
