razor
9th street, we started off at the top going down to the Trident and
i should have known better.
BOOM you’re CAREENING totally out of control the ridiculous rubbing rubber cup brake doesn’t mean a damn thing you’re pushing down pushing down pushing down frantic brick and stone everywhere and intersections
it’s still burned in me, sprinting and you off the edge
the razor flying everywhere you flying everywhere
i thought you were deadÂ
About the Author
I come to PTOTIC by way of Montana, Colorado, and many points in between. Libby, Bozeman, Naperville, Paris, Groton, Oslo, Mystic.
I’m interested in writing, poetry, art, and design, and will publish my sporadic attempts at each when I think they might be worth your time. I profess to be a writer, mainly. So I hope we’re not wasting our time here, or at least you are not wasting yours. I’d feel bad about that. PTOTIC is all is the best I got going at the moment, hope to hear what you think, please let me know.
