The flash of parakeets in the rain, in darkest Ealing, raise heavy souls away from the drizzle, up from the road long enough to gift a memorable collision.
My hair was so pretty And neat. Not wetted down with sweat from the top of my head to the ***** Of my feet.
Ten minutes ago I looked fabulous. Even though traffic Was angry and tight The AC cooled my face and My eyes On my drive to here. My thighs were not chaffing And my underarms were dry.
Ten minutes ago I looked fabulous. My linen suit was pressed. I was so pleased With how I dressed. Now ignore the wrinkles That plague my skirt. I will not cry Nor look hurt.
Ten minutes ago I looked fabulous. My answers memorized. My potential on the brink Of being realized. I was not rushing and Falling up steps.
he forgot how to human all the competition drained from him sitting at the lights in the midst of blaring horns the gateway open go green go green no one caring that HE'd broken down looking at an event horizon drawing him from the crowd
a knot of traffic unravels to reveal.... nothing no reason for delay no great drama just too many people in too many cars in one place at one time wanting to be in front all more important than everybody else
we put on our road face grill mask to intimidate motorway warriors "make way, make way" weaving in and out of lanes twin exhausts show our power important tints "you can't see me now" travelling in the same direction to all our different destinations individuals on our journeys through time and space this is the human race
