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Our smoke hums upward gumming through the blue-white skylights
while our spit drips down past the beams
and is lost before it hits the ground.
My weight sways slightly, although the railing catches me,
so I blink and blink again downwards towards our target.
Clacking sounds from somewhere remind me of why we are waiting, and
what all this wood and plastic is doing suspended while
Our smoke hums upward gumming through the blue-white skylights,
while our spit drips down past the beams
and is lost before it hits the ground.
The Clacking sounds from somewhere peak and remind me of why we are waiting, and
what all this wood and plastic is doing suspended so precociously in the air.
Our smoke hums upward, gumming through the blue-white skylights
while our spit drips down past the beams
and is lost before it nears the ground.
Suddenly, the train is there and we rise and cover the ground between us and it,
and, finding ourselves inside and alone, we decide to have a smoke.
I turn to you and begin a short speech on the merit of friendship
and the importance of nighttime exercise, and you nod in agreement.
We find ourselves at home, drinking water from the faucet in turns,
unfocused but determined to find our way to bed.
I am on top of a taxicab on the interstate, unbothered by the wind,
preparing to leap diagonally to my left. I raise my heels, bounce, and
jump; The chassis bows, scraping its bumper on the road as the driver scrambles
to position the wheels in a new direction to combat the strain from the bottom of my feet,
which crush the yellow metal with such incredible force as to leave
two stark depressions, each in the shape of the front half of a bare human foot
sunken into the hood, where each of my toes had first hooked into the metal
and then pulled it back as you would a sheet.
I speed forward through the dusk, upwards and over concrete dividers, cars, and
spinning gravel, peaking, and bouncing back downwards in a fantastic arc
to land on the roof of a second, similar taxicab.
I hit lightly, transferring the momentum from my body into the car,
my palms supported by strong fingers against the canopy.
I stare straight ahead, knees bent, elbows crooked, heels up, looking for the next car.
I am awoken later by thirst.
while our spit drips down past the beams
and is lost before it hits the ground.
My weight sways slightly, although the railing catches me,
so I blink and blink again downwards towards our target.
Clacking sounds from somewhere remind me of why we are waiting, and
what all this wood and plastic is doing suspended while
Our smoke hums upward gumming through the blue-white skylights,
while our spit drips down past the beams
and is lost before it hits the ground.
The Clacking sounds from somewhere peak and remind me of why we are waiting, and
what all this wood and plastic is doing suspended so precociously in the air.
Our smoke hums upward, gumming through the blue-white skylights
while our spit drips down past the beams
and is lost before it nears the ground.
Suddenly, the train is there and we rise and cover the ground between us and it,
and, finding ourselves inside and alone, we decide to have a smoke.
I turn to you and begin a short speech on the merit of friendship
and the importance of nighttime exercise, and you nod in agreement.
We find ourselves at home, drinking water from the faucet in turns,
unfocused but determined to find our way to bed.
I am on top of a taxicab on the interstate, unbothered by the wind,
preparing to leap diagonally to my left. I raise my heels, bounce, and
jump; The chassis bows, scraping its bumper on the road as the driver scrambles
to position the wheels in a new direction to combat the strain from the bottom of my feet,
which crush the yellow metal with such incredible force as to leave
two stark depressions, each in the shape of the front half of a bare human foot
sunken into the hood, where each of my toes had first hooked into the metal
and then pulled it back as you would a sheet.
I speed forward through the dusk, upwards and over concrete dividers, cars, and
spinning gravel, peaking, and bouncing back downwards in a fantastic arc
to land on the roof of a second, similar taxicab.
I hit lightly, transferring the momentum from my body into the car,
my palms supported by strong fingers against the canopy.
I stare straight ahead, knees bent, elbows crooked, heels up, looking for the next car.
I am awoken later by thirst.