Saturday, 7 December 2013

Like Blackpool

The trip home is a download of pink light/quartz skies offsetting tree spheres.
Miles of thought ahead of me are daunting, but I'm glad to have escaped the bats
from hell flying beside me. Loneliness gets into full gear, the stone deer on the arch
against a sunset on the cover of a magazine. I play Street Legal very loud, something
new on each listening, this time it's the line about feet doing voodoo because they move
all by themselves as does the car like Blackpool running all the way through rock.

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