through this day
look...open your eyes i have a story for you this ring was handed down for 3 centuries this plate has a crack in the center it was made by a fight in the kitchen this building was damaged in a train wreck everything is fine, right? follow me.... there is a bicycle on the outside of this store someday, i think i will buy it and ride it down this street hey, did you see this? there is a book concerning the weather patterns from 1970's let's go to the top of this run-down building okay, bear with me.... i may get ahead of myself i would like to show you this old movie poster while we are up there, mind if we amuse ourselves with the running equipment from boulder, colarado NO? why not? okay, fine...... let's move on i think you would enjoy this! there is man down the road he loves to converse we discuss the state of the nation but, if you are sweet enough he will share his secrets of war he has a temperament, but i quite enjoy his sarcasm so, would you quick, grab the car keys i found a road where the cicadas stir so loudly i passed over this bridge on summer's evening i lost my sense of self the car lost its direction listen, i hate to mention but..... the gas is running low down the road is a gas station in the night the neon lights float i like to dance under the echoes of light the woman at the counter has a son who is very kind he likes to write, and he might, well, have a greater soul than most but, the secret is, there is beauty in all these people can't you see? this town, for what is worth, has a story at the back of the grocery store there is rust on the pipes, but it gives it charm the potholes don't amount to a thing things build up and get torn down the woman i stumble upon who reminds me of some past memory the man i brush by who has a scent of licorice there is a little of gossip at the local hair saloon but... don't tell them i said so..... see here is the truth i can make it sour or sweet, how would you like it? they make me love they make me despise they make sense of the darkness they add to they subtract something but, it's hard for some to understand and, i wouldn't expect them to just, listen, will you? come hither, make yourself bold and brazen see it for what is the farmland surrounding and the red-top barns the sunsets and beer cans on the side of the roads i know it is not fancy, nor exciting no, it is not oz no, i can't say the tornado will take the pain away but home, well it's home outside of the city there is a story within the bounds of the small town into the grander party of men and women people who could see a different line of humankind people who couldn't all the humankind all of this in a day just on the fray