7.19.2006


A slight moon hits the air above a dangerously smog-filled city. The drive home is made beautiful by the environmental damage.

. . .. . . ..
aesthetics over pollution.
. . .. .............. . ..
I know a few that would disagree.

Tonight it was sex on the beach.
I was grateful for the bench that made the view a little more blemished. The sight was uninvited and thankfully escapable.
On the drive, steam slides over the glow of greenhouse lights on my favorite strip of road in the West.
Yet the road is made dangerous by my fatigue.

She's a girl that's upset with
the world and it's circumstances -
but mostly herself.

2 Comments:

Blogger Sharelle said...

i said it once and i will say it again.
hanging out with you was absolutely perfect.
evenings that are filled with real conversation, reflection, and dare i say this to the child of the night - joy.
hey, even sex on the beach.
i think thats a martini.
i could have gone for a martini instead of lewd and liscentious behaviour.
but hey, it was great

July 20, 2006 8:33 AM  
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