Thursday, February 23, 2012

A Drive Through Fog

Things were simpler
When I knew you
Felt you there
Before the frost
Our fog set in
And I drove blind
Not caring
For the light
Ahead of me
Or sound of horns
That clashed with broken glass,
A twisted frame
And airborne boy
Too impetuous to be a man;
Say fuck the past and
Fuck you too.

13 comments:

  1. The past can often respond in kind!

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  2. Indeed!!! Love the metaphors here and the fog. I love a foggy day a million times more than sunshine. Once I was approaching the Red River bridge on my way to work and there was a huge blue/gray cloud of fog just floating around the bridge. It was magically delicious. Great write, Ben Ditty!!! xo

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    1. I love when you tell stories in comments :-)

      You find so much beauty in nature, even the sort most would find a hassle like fog.

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  3. Glad you enjoyed your stay :-)

    Room service is available as well. Just type 9 in the comment feed.

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  4. 9
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    Dammit Ben, I typed nine at least three times and they must be ignoring me because I still haven't got my room service!!!

    And by the way what the hell does squee!!! mean?

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  5. Ben finally I come! I'm here again and I'm not going to go to anyplace, I have missed your blog a lotttttt.
    One kisssss

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  6. It's just something the kids say when they're excited.

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  7. We have a lot of fog here in the valley and there are a hell of a lot of accidents. I happen to love fog. Pass on the accidents. It's a bitch to drive in, but it's so enveloping. I feel snuggled in melancholy which is like a self hug :) Oh man, I sound nuts. But I LOVE FOG!

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  8. Yeah, thats cool but let's get back to the important things, where is my room service?

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