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JOURNAL # 41 monstrous beasts
umpteenly linked
hawking metal husks
loud, greasy and dirty
straddling nation wide
double iron jump ropes
the rough guffawing,
cursing crude, gap toothed
skippers
work roughened men of
modernized 19nth century
industry
(not happy, cute little,pig tailed girls
like one would associate with the
image of jump ropes)
strangely speaking about and
amongst themselves
in that harsh oily other language
of their trade
loosely passing itself off as
railroad intercourse
I drive quietly
never interrupting
making little if any real sense
of any of their sentences being spoken
among themselves
in my easily dismissed presence
for as you know
the furniture like automobiles
has no ears to consider...............
(Aug 27, 2015 449pm)
:) car Troubles?
:) car Troubles?
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Nope not since winter one of the cars wouldnt start and
left me sitting like 8 miles from the dispatch office that was not fun but that one time in 7 plus months that is not bad odds. cute surmising question though on your part ms smoothie. Did you happen to type that with your tongue in your cheek too lol. thanks for the chuckle. sincerely, M.
They would probably feel
The same way if they would
Read your poems.
Just sayin. Not everyone is at the same depth.
Sometimes ( not you ) people think the world
Understands the other side.
KS
Of the world
You just might be right. I neve even thought to think of it from
that perspective. I'm sure it could be that way in many jobs I just was never forced to be around people having shop talk conversations amongst themselves that make absolutely no sense to me an outsider of that particular conversation. it was and still is an odd experience. The poem though helped me to let all that go. But thanks for the enlightenment. Sincerely, M.