come on across to the Internet
.......Milton and Mary were squabbling
the hot asphalt road to nowhere.......................their apparent rancor
boiling to the surface
merged with the screen for days......................unblunted by the
sound of real voices
.................................as they furiously uploaded streams of
biting scratching words
continually unwrapping them.........concerning the layout of the new
community pages
burning, burning, burning............or as Mary liked to call it:
Ctrl-D was ineffective....................the
community site upgrade.......................
brick buildings, black icy streets.......................
brown grass on the hills.............
a red front door................
sleep...............................
background noise............
low flying planes.............
the smell of green grass....
warm sun.........................
soft fur........................
working............................
making things....................
blue shirt.......................
making love......................
blue jeans.........................
potato soup......................
never know why...............
nausea..............................
footprints..........................
unwashed windows...........
a dark corner....................
walking.............................
riding................................
the horizon.......................