A Street. A Dress.

A Street. A Dress.

In the middle of the night

my senses go wild for

the smell of crood oil

and limestone

and sour gas

and sweet thyme

the sound of jam being bottled

somewhere in the valley

and ice being cut

to sacrifice junior hockey

but if feeling in the darkness 

is just a little bit senseless

then being sent on a journey to help a frozen friend

is simply priceless

and if you think this thought train is going nowhere

you're right

because I tricked you

it's not about a street 

or a dress

it's about my friend..

he really is frozen

and only love can thaw him

he doesn't need your sympathy

he doesn't want it

I just broke my pen so ..

forget it

Reviews

[Teresa Powell]

Nice little trick... I actually thought that was fun... just a little trick to keep the readers interest.