Tuesday, April 04, 2006

Ladders in the Sky

All this rain and driving my car under the sky is like looking up the skirt of a sad bag lady, overhead the color of dingy washing, looking up at her old pantyhose with ladders all up the sides--split seams and runs and big holes in the crotch, a flash of blue panty and bulging thighs.

Then everything will change and light will come through and there will be ladders in the sky, and fortresses of clouds, and I can see why people used to imagine heaven was up there, because it's like a landscape on top of the landscape, unreachable and beautiful. And then the bag lady lets down her skirt, crouches by a cosmic garbage can, and pisses stale beer.

When will the rain let up?

When I wake up in the morning to no visible world, it's hard to get out of bed. Then when I'm on the road trying to suck down coffee and get to work, the rain is so beautiful I never want the drive to end.

The rubber on my wipers is starting to go. My car looks like a candy-apple when it's wet. But its interior smells like a poker-playing dog.


Blogger Boz said...

I drove back from Oscoda in near white out conditions. It's cold, it's windy, it's snowy, and every gimp in the world wants to play chicken with me, but at least my wipers are in good condition.

12:22 PM  
Blogger Juan Bodley said...

I try to keep my wipers up with the season: winter blades on in October, regular blades on in May. And try to keep up with your regular maintenance schedules...

6:37 PM  
Blogger Sabrina_C said...

i'm never, ever impressed with the writing of bloggers--i also never, ever am jealous of someone else's writing ability.

both things just occured though.

3:35 PM  

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