Whenever I’m on the road, something happens to my mind: it wanders with my wheels. On this occasion, nothing cohesive was transfered to paper but a collection of spasmodic sentences were recorded. This is the partial transcript of a life in motionÂ
A liberal consumer of language, she was a thief among phrases.
Callous but tender, she was occasionally graceful; generally she was not.
Acutely thoughtful if not absent minded, she was perpetually aware.
        A mindful tutor to imagined pupils.
Always thinking, never thought of.
Near-sighted, far-sighted, all-sighted: she experienced problems with seeing.
For she was a junkyard mutt guarding scavenged treasures too outdated to matter.
        Meaningless matter given weight.
And perpetually in a haze of confession.
As she fought the pull to his saintless stables
        And his sinnerman shoes.
Author: vagabond nic
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