down the dark, wet, slippery streets I drove...
it was late
underbelly late
as I turned onto the main street
I saw a man
yellow, curly hair popping and twisting in the glistening, spitting air...
on a bike no less, acting like it's nothing
>>>--->damp, stinky cigarette flapping from his bottom lip
white pillow case giggling with goodies thrown cross his shoulder
one hand on the handlebars<---<<<
this is "it"
i said aloud
this is where i always wanna be
on the underside of rocks
~michelle
it was late
underbelly late
as I turned onto the main street
I saw a man
yellow, curly hair popping and twisting in the glistening, spitting air...
on a bike no less, acting like it's nothing
>>>--->damp, stinky cigarette flapping from his bottom lip
white pillow case giggling with goodies thrown cross his shoulder
one hand on the handlebars<---<<<
this is "it"
i said aloud
this is where i always wanna be
on the underside of rocks
~michelle
