« on: April 13, 2015, 10:21:57 pm »
I've been having a lot of sideways times.
Sometimes I got my points plotted, but then some jackhole spills jack all over my map.
Sometimes I got a solid azimuth but then some jackhole peels a magnet from my cover.
Sometimes I got 8 digits but half the digits are letters or flavors.
I got a fresh box of squares and
I got a fresh box of batteries and
I got a fresh box of bullets and
I got a fresh box of rippits and
I got a fresh box of honeybuns but
Then the sky turns orange and
Smells of diesel
The t-walls shake
That's not rain but
Then it's rain
I can see where, but can I truly know?
Do I need roads?
Do I need eyes?
I am from the desert.
But the deserts all bleed together.
I look out at the sky.
The flat flat flat white-gray sky.
It's so white it hurts.
It threatens rain, but never rains in my desert.
I look out at the turf.
The ground is green, then yellow, then brown.
They said I was smart.
They said I was well-spoken.
They said I was going places.
They just never said where, or how.
They all assumed I'd know where and how I'd get where I should go.
I can see where I've been.
I can see how I got here.
I still don't know where I am.
I went from one desert
To the desert of the city
(At least it had a beach and solid steel sky)
To the sticky version of the desert the wrong coast has
To a desert I couldn't go out to touch
A timeshare desert
Held in abeyance by t-walls
But here it's cold
and the grass never stops growing even though grass and dank and cold and drear don't belong in the desert.
Inside it's still the 80s and 90s
Outside it flips from the 50s to the 60s to the wrong future