All is black with the reflectant blues, reds, yellows and neon marque signs, specially when it rains, it keeps the dust down too, and seems to freshen thee air, ...must be getting late, as the cars over head are becoming fewer, night swallows the sounds of day, I straighten my card board bed behind a dry dead weed blocking out the cars and them that walk by in the night for I prefer to not be desturbed, or worse. I awake to days return, roaring engines, "Oranges!?, Peanuts!?" exaust, horns..., "Where is everbody going?, and why was I not invited"... This was inspired by me seeing some blurred grey image of a guy dragging a sleeping bag of the same color up under a fwy overpass, no one should be that lonely... this is what I was thinking, what was it that truly haunted him. D ~
even though it's a run-on sentence which I usually HATE, I liked this, it has a strong pull to it. the final 2 questions hit hard.
