trains come so lovely
October 30, 2007 on 12:26 am | In love |
this happened to me once
not on the street,
but out of a window
onto a beat. fully frozen in the middle of france
a place not present,
once deserted by the pass of engines
engineering their own line
into a muddle- my own muddle,
self-created. passed up. teased and ready to release…
…
and now, i pretend that survival makes me deep.
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that picture made me laugh because it is used in law school for torts. it stands for res ipsa loquitor which means this thing speaks for itself
Comment by Rob — December 6, 2007 #