all eyes on me no. no.the moon is brighter here than anywhere in the world. but only over this little lit bridge and past all the street lights and up the highway ten or so miles and then climb to the top of the hill and don't look at anything but the moon and you'll see what i mean. yes, you'll see what i mean and oh no, oui, je ne sais pas, je ne sais pas and i don't think i ever will.
lentil festival. chili and nearly one hundred vendor booths and nearly one hundred booths that weren't selling anything just passing out information for free and i wanted to ask them if they've heard of the internet and all the infinites of information there and did they feel so small? do you feel small? two by three slips of paper with office hours and why do i go crazy because they call it a festival? je ne sais pas. don't ask me again.
i sold my truck today. now i'm down to two wheels and my worn out shoes. the only vehicle i've ever owned. my old reliable for nearly ten years and i remember the day i bought it with dad and drove off the lot for the first time with a manual and stalled through three green lights at the first intersection.
intersection.
just waiting for my girl with far away eyes. her grandmother passed away this morning. relief filled her voice and she said it was only the second time she'd ever seen her dad cry. the first time was because of her. it is so dry in pullman right now i can't cry. or sweat. the air fills my nose and runs to my brain and i breathe like i'm four hundred pounds.
walk across this little bridge with me into the light into the night into the shining ever after and walk with me with me with me and someone please hold my hand.
someone please hold my hand and walk with me and cool me off with mountain water.
