Thursday, October 13, 2005

Suzan and back sweat.

While running and I run pretty fast
all I could think about was names
I ran one hundred miles
eighty with my mind.
It counts.
and it should count, I visulize each step.
Me running naked with out any concerns
my therispist calls me a mad man
it's joke and get this
we allways laugh!
I run, in my mind has if Suzan had never left me
Suzan never believed me that I could run hundred miles
"Your a child," she would say.
Would she understand if I made her a perfect omelet
and left it on her porch?

2 Comments:

Blogger ◑◐ said...

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8:57 PM  
Blogger jbek said...

make the omelet. make the eggs. let her know how you feel. let her know the truth.

2:09 PM  

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