Mar 2, 2005
Space Age Love Song
Fresh-cut grass and misty rain
Bits of clipped hedge flying over on a gust of leafblower
Approving (read: leering) fellows in service industry trucks
Signposts are dirty; don't touch them
I claim more power than I have
I pretend that each step I take is pulling the earth past me
When I'm going faster, I think condescending thoughts
And the ground is vanquished
I would always prefer the sweaty over the sweet. As long as we're talking dirty.
posted by Mary Forrest at 5:48 PM | Back to Monoblog
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