saline solution runs rather wickedly three years ago (today) i met you watching me through a rear-view mirror in a ’79 Oldsmobile packed into the front seat three of us adult sized and more you in the backseat by yourself you twiddled your thumbs to the undisclosed rhythm of music played in the speakers taking away from absent conversation between a chasm of front seat and back seat with thoughts of canaries in cages and vampires in the fountain where our destination was that nite april 15th (three years ago today) i found myself thinking about the songs we heard on the radio we listen to the Top 40 and sometimes even contemporary literature baffles me when i turn the page nothing but bound blank pages able to be swept through like we didn’t think much when we did it in fact we didn’t think at all the time we spent hiking through creeks and jumping through hoops of fire are scary and i’m no lion and not in the circus clowns like to act like they’re in the rodeo but they aren’t the stars pretty tonite baby i wonder to myself now in the car listening to the static alone since i’ve driven out of town i move further and further away until the dawn has no dusk and no foundation and the compass to get us back has lost its center of gravitational pull somehow that chasm swallowed you whole 04.30.02