The Inexplicable Incident at Monument

Scratchin a LetterScratchin a Letter Posts: 2,303
edited March 2007 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
A hundred shades of orange, a dozen shades of brown, several blue lines and an empty can of Tennent's. Made sense.

Leaves, microscopic parasites, dust-soaked cigarette butts, the occasional sheet of newsprint marred with the latest on the divorce fly past as if were winged. But what for?

Wherever she walks, he follows. Lurking in the foreground like an invisible attachment. Waiting for a chance.

Seven stations and home, she thought. Routine had dominated her soulless life for too long for her to have noticed.

Light goes on, light goes out. One less liability.
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  • BrainofdzBrainofdz Posts: 1,617
    Routine can be depressing. Sometimes you gotta take the scenic route.
    "Stunned by my own reflection, It's looking back, sees me too clearly and I swore I'd never go there again, Not unlike a friend that politely drags you down,down,down"

    When you see me on the street, yell out "FAVO!!!"

    I've been to alot of Pearl Jam shows;So fucking what.
  • ByrnzieByrnzie Posts: 21,037
    I like.
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