Wednesday, August 04, 2004

The Match

At a football match, watching from the top of the bleachers soon to be loser and winner slugging it out, a warm pneumonic smile snuggles into my chamber, caressing old violent moments, hot dogs enduring their way amidst clamor and brew, I touch her gentle sphere, driving happiness with definition, blaring as each and all cross the blurring trampled finish line.

RC