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.