roads raze he smokes sad cigarettes and stares at nothing and writes his own ending in nine words. i slip out the back door when i should be trying to save him from whatever he thinks has held him down and made him too weak to move. i run down a road that's never seen tires or feet, a road that looks too old to be so new, the sting of sun and sweat in my eyes, and it feels like i've been running for as long as i can remember doing anything. this body won't last. walk back the way you came. that road doesn't lead anywhere worth going, and no one worth a damn lives in any of these houses. all these expensive cages. they're caskets for the living. they're nothing. maybe he's written my story too. nine words aren't enough to end on, though. i think you need an even ten. 210810 ... kerry "a road that's never seen tires or feet" lovely 210810 ... raze (danke. i would put a smiley face here, but i have this irrational fear that it's going to become an emoticon if i do. oh, technology...) 210810 what's it to you? who go blather from