Tuesday - The Leather Jacket
Nov. 29th, 2005 01:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ninanevermoreToday on my drive into work, I sat at the stoplight and watched the Ferris Wheel slowly turn. No one can see it but me; I know because I watch the other drivers not watching it sometimes. Even if they could see it, they would find a way not to. They would look through it and look past it. The passage of time is too painful to watch, to track this way. The passage of lives even more so.
The Carney, the Angel of Death, was wearing a worn leather jacket today. I'm not sure that he even feels the sensation of cold, or at least he shouldn't since he isn't even technically alive. I think he just likes the way it looks and feels, the same way he enjoys cigarettes and coffee even though they should have no effect on him.
Cheap cigarettes, expensive coffee, a worn leather jacket and cowboy boots - I think there is a poem in there somewhere. I just need to get around to writing it.
The Carney, the Angel of Death, was wearing a worn leather jacket today. I'm not sure that he even feels the sensation of cold, or at least he shouldn't since he isn't even technically alive. I think he just likes the way it looks and feels, the same way he enjoys cigarettes and coffee even though they should have no effect on him.
Cheap cigarettes, expensive coffee, a worn leather jacket and cowboy boots - I think there is a poem in there somewhere. I just need to get around to writing it.
