Goliath.

with all the time of a train ride staring at 

perpex the gift of perspective seen from a 

cocktail carriage running like a clockwork relic 

when mountains pass sleepers in the night 

Life never seemed overrated watching it go by 

– 

the joys of motel sex and disposable cameras 

posing questions over the dangers 

sitting beside when i was safer

Walking the streets than riding up high.

Where to go when every words were objects 

of questionable artistic meanderings

Our feet in a rainbow filled stream.