Dec 31, 2004 01:05
So I went to the water today,
To soak my feet in the icy Atlantic.
The girl at the hotdog stand smiled at me,
I asked her for more mustard.
A trains running by now.
Somewhere in the world, at this momment, someone is
crying
laughing
masturbating
dying
being born-
The car didn't break down, and neither did we.
And we bartered and we feasted
and we watched tv.
And now a smile at the prospect of trying to make it sound poor
While I wash the stink of beautiful hotdog attendants off of me.
A reacp of the day with a poetic twist
I don't know about this one. I figured it would seel easy enough to the bootsiesthebomb crowd, but someone with some substance give me some tough love