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.