"A girl of my own heart"
Long drives with Thomas
Obsessed but distracted by
Long stories for Thomas
About growing up
Becoming what I am
He likes them
and wants me to share
and wants me to win
her
Idaho plains
From desert to high
deep vacant pastures, distant mountains and skeletons reaching
The plainness reminding me
sending me dreamily
towards clouds
the whole sky being
a multitude of vaporous entities
each part of a
cast
floating at different depths
over
so many contrasts
The music Thomas chooses
avoids English
I see intelligence in the trees
pines standing high
under which saplings are clumped like youngsters
reaching.
I see intelligence because I am human
drawn to heroes.
Continuously, however, drawn through plainness
The hum of the engine
The window tinting everything
slightly blue I look out the side
plains roll by
yellow
same clouds
a guardrail
blue like the covered sky
foregrounded above the asphalt
which is zipper gray
I think cinematically
the setting passing is almost boring
pretty but boring
music is what makes the scene
by drawing attention to a flurry of individual things
quick imprints corresponds to action in the music
adopting the cinematic feeling.
First view as we roll past the Montana sign:
a roll of a mountain
a dirty hump
touched with trenches and snow
but, behind:
evergreen blue
ranges
the sky now higher and clear
twilight shows
mountain shadows
which look like dunes
wind combed towards heavenly eternity
blue like water
stretched upwards and high
with waves of highlights
glowing purple.
Darkness,
dinner in Dillon
from two mexicans
with coastal origins
selling tacos from an illuminate standstill bus.
I take over
though tired
up since 4am
Long day
at work the mixer went down
jimmy rigged it
bent across the machine guts
thinking "i'm too hungover for this"
kept everything cool
kept everything smooth
repairman shows late
and works for an hour
crouched like a monkey
atop the mixer frame
steady as steel
looking down five feet
into metal guts.
Thoughts and roads
get to her
blur
feel like my grandpa
feel like a man
feel like takin it slow
this time
tactical.
lone wolves
flirt like
lone wolves.
Long drives with Thomas
Obsessed but distracted by
Long stories for Thomas
About growing up
Becoming what I am
He likes them
and wants me to share
and wants me to win
her
Idaho plains
From desert to high
deep vacant pastures, distant mountains and skeletons reaching
The plainness reminding me
sending me dreamily
towards clouds
the whole sky being
a multitude of vaporous entities
each part of a
cast
floating at different depths
over
so many contrasts
The music Thomas chooses
avoids English
I see intelligence in the trees
pines standing high
under which saplings are clumped like youngsters
reaching.
I see intelligence because I am human
drawn to heroes.
Continuously, however, drawn through plainness
The hum of the engine
The window tinting everything
slightly blue I look out the side
plains roll by
yellow
same clouds
a guardrail
blue like the covered sky
foregrounded above the asphalt
which is zipper gray
I think cinematically
the setting passing is almost boring
pretty but boring
music is what makes the scene
by drawing attention to a flurry of individual things
quick imprints corresponds to action in the music
adopting the cinematic feeling.
First view as we roll past the Montana sign:
a roll of a mountain
a dirty hump
touched with trenches and snow
but, behind:
evergreen blue
ranges
the sky now higher and clear
twilight shows
mountain shadows
which look like dunes
wind combed towards heavenly eternity
blue like water
stretched upwards and high
with waves of highlights
glowing purple.
Darkness,
dinner in Dillon
from two mexicans
with coastal origins
selling tacos from an illuminate standstill bus.
I take over
though tired
up since 4am
Long day
at work the mixer went down
jimmy rigged it
bent across the machine guts
thinking "i'm too hungover for this"
kept everything cool
kept everything smooth
repairman shows late
and works for an hour
crouched like a monkey
atop the mixer frame
steady as steel
looking down five feet
into metal guts.
Thoughts and roads
get to her
blur
feel like my grandpa
feel like a man
feel like takin it slow
this time
tactical.
lone wolves
flirt like
lone wolves.