I walked home last night in the rain, after a day of being wholly unaware and untold of when i was allowed to leave work. I was just happy to leave so I walked home in the grinding rain, just one foot after the other, clothed in a serene sense of a continuing in the journey with the closing in of impending death... the lightning flashes getting closer and closer, the light illuminating more and more of my peripheral surrounding as I walk, soaked to my skin, no umbrella, alone down this wide street littered with construction equipment and upturned gravel. I kept scanning back and forth, after every white light flash and low rumble, looking to see just how close to the tallest object I was around me. I kept rerunning in my mind everything I had learned about about lightening safety in elementary school. I figured the possibility certainly was there. that I could get struck by lightning on the road. all the ground we, wide pavement road. the conditions seemed right. would have been a pretty solid way to die
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let's start a secret society. just you and me and all the people we love
let's make art just for us
lets take long car rides and write songs places and not release them or plan for nothing but lets make a thing or two together.
we'll have names on names inside of names. we'll think of something
we'll have handshakes and call signs. we'll have safe houses and mailing lists. we'll live in as a robust and open hearted way imaginable. we'll work jobs and save money and know we have each others backs. there will always be floors to sleep on. couches to surf. I want to see all of you out on the slab my beloved. we'll write a manifest. we'll have a guild.
lets buy cb radios. lets pool money so we can all buy cb radios. i hope that shouting into a staticy either would bring response
lets start a secret society
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