Rendezvous
23 February 06 : 11.40 PM
I have nothing to write. A poetry appreciation essay to write that was due this morning but I spent two hours in the library browsing books I should be reading instead and not writing the essay (that was due).
I heard Chuck Berry on the cab home and now I want Jerry Lee Lewis as much as Johnny Cash wanted June Carter.
I am walking on muddy grassy ground with beaded slip-ons, the world squeaks beneath my feet and I feel the thin breeze.
Much like an empty beach that's pitch-black with tiny lights on the skyline, and the night caresses my skin like my mistress.
Or perhaps a cold peach tart kiss.
Can you picture this?