Road trip
I'm off to Cleveland this morning, a driving business trip. I have book on tape, unabridged (I hate abridged....no way someone else is going to decide my content) and my camera in case there is anything of interest along the way which of course there will be.
I should have plenty of time to romp around inside my head, probe a dusty corner or two, and have something worthy, or not, to post upon my return.
I want to glance over at the car passing me on the left at 75 mph and see her with her hair blowing in the breeze of the open window and her skirt riding high on her thighs and catch her smile in my teeth and french inhale it and suck it down to my toes with a stop or two on the way.
I love looking over and seeing a young girl, it's usually a young one, with her left knee lifted window heighth, eyes never far from the rear view mirror, hands never far from her hair or the corner of her mouth going down the road like only a young girl does. I want to tell her that she is the pearl and the world is hers for the taking. I want to tell her that everything happening to her now isn't good enough and that she needs to pick her route carefully and that there is still time to change the road she's on. Hold out, hold on, you're the pearl, roll down the window and scream it. I'd scream it for you but you won't listen.
"He often speaks about traveling in this place as if it were a sex act. He speaks of the fluids and the enchanting touch of skin, making love with a woman of solid earth, drinking out of the belly curves of her water holes, sinking into her flood-carved folds of canyons."
Craig Childs, The Way Out
I should have plenty of time to romp around inside my head, probe a dusty corner or two, and have something worthy, or not, to post upon my return.
I want to glance over at the car passing me on the left at 75 mph and see her with her hair blowing in the breeze of the open window and her skirt riding high on her thighs and catch her smile in my teeth and french inhale it and suck it down to my toes with a stop or two on the way.
I love looking over and seeing a young girl, it's usually a young one, with her left knee lifted window heighth, eyes never far from the rear view mirror, hands never far from her hair or the corner of her mouth going down the road like only a young girl does. I want to tell her that she is the pearl and the world is hers for the taking. I want to tell her that everything happening to her now isn't good enough and that she needs to pick her route carefully and that there is still time to change the road she's on. Hold out, hold on, you're the pearl, roll down the window and scream it. I'd scream it for you but you won't listen.
"He often speaks about traveling in this place as if it were a sex act. He speaks of the fluids and the enchanting touch of skin, making love with a woman of solid earth, drinking out of the belly curves of her water holes, sinking into her flood-carved folds of canyons."
Craig Childs, The Way Out
posted by Edge | 5:43 AM
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