Wednesday, March 18, 2015
Disgorged – I was spit out really
Disgorged – I was spit out really.
Out from the modern streaming BART in the tunnel dark. Glen Park!
And up the escalator into the night.
Where it's a street it’s a neighborhood and the families and friends are re configuring at the end of the day.
It is different than the bing-magneto-voucher-spoot tube.
It is end of the week, the kids from ballet. To pick up some tamales. The couple to the Friday tryst. And this Chrysler Van pulls up – I'd been forewarned.
Got four doors.
Bumps up comically on the curb, really.
And Jim and Dave in the front, with Jeff and me now in the back, will make a infinite loop of cosmic spark. - Jack Vaughan
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