Sid's Site
Stray Packets looking for a place to network.
Hitchikers on the information highway.
Searching for a cup of Java and a tasty byte to eat.
"Some things
are made perfect by
their Imperfections."
COSMIC
HIGHWAY
Stepping out onto the Cosmic Highway
on this, the first of days.
Thumb out
shirt tucked in.
A roll of the dice
with each approaching car.
Bingo! One pulls over to the shoulder.
Riding Shotgun
window down
wind in my hair.
Shades serving
to tone down
the passing scenery
as I go place to place
taking a look around;
trying to catch a glimpse
of the home I've never known.
MAKING
SENSE
Making sense
out of the insanity
and exploring the depths
of a shadowy mind.
Using light to expose areas
the chemicals could never reach.
Finding
innumerable laughs Twisting
out of 1993 Stepping
from gear to gear Solve
the puzzle and find the treasure. Carried
away by the tide of memory.
that once hid behind the melancholy;
and myself of course
reeking of an almost complete sanity
and cigarette smoke.
the plush carpeted cocoon
I was rolled up in
and dusting myself off.
Ready for a walk
down the street amongst strangers
no more strange than myself.
inside the workings of a clock
that makes it's own time.
No bottom,
top
left or right.
Each turn takes on
a direction of its own.
A pile of quarters
and a pay phone.
Not
knowing certainty is a fool.
All days squeezed into the span of one.
My foggy waking nightmare in the valley of limbo.
The end is the beginning of a game
of 52 pickup.
