2003-05-08 - 2:10 a.m. - road kill we've prevented and the car crashes it's invented

where the plays never stay

in the form that you intended

but instead the forms extended

like a shirt that's too large

always falls

off your shoulders

or you go to sleep in Dayton and wake up one day in Boulder,

two days older,

slightly colder,

but your twenty-five years bolder

you only failed to contain

the outline in your brain

and in fact you're in tact lacking only certain articles of clothing found on any retail rack

you see the cliche of the day

deals with all your best laid plans

but your hands make demands that no synapse could ever understand

like when you've got a girl in your car

and she screms 'there's a squirrel,' you swerve and the car in the other lane, drives off the road, runs into a tree, and the motherfucker explodes...

more to come...god this is harder than i thought...edit edit edit.

xoxo

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