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Not dead. Just busy. despite a bad weekend, i still am a sappy sucker. at the walker art center, minneapolis. post-road trip without the boy ramble. lunch. |
04.14.03 - 9:59 am i don't feel like titling this just yet. We are driving down highway thirty
At dusk and a bird soars above our car Making rainbows with his wings As he flies home to feed his hungry mouths.� You watch the road Flow beneath our car As we swim along Through the lonesome country. We fell behind some schedule of perfection, We are late for the mystery called life.� We are stuck behind a cramped Metaphorical Winnebago Its four walls exploding outward Overflowing with someone else�s thoughts Proclaimed by bumper stickers saying Charlton Heston is my president. I watch the snow fall away to our sides And the cows as they bow and dance In some ancient bovine mystery Summed up by the bellows that they utter. This is where we are and where we live. This place.� Here in our quiet car packed Like a sardine tin with our belongings As we set out looking for something better.� Anywhere but here. -------------------- these are some song lyrics i wrote for a project i may or may not be doing with one of the guys from bi-fi records. here's hoping. oh, it's about metaphor, and leaving home. |