jet-set on a sunday morning sojourn, you wide opened the sky...New York to California in the blink of an eye.

the portal of past closes behind. A grey cover seals you in; insulation.

pleasure is your favorite business. Lunch on it.

the words edify and the future cascades upward.

two birds alone do conspire...

but then a sudden yellow looms the horizon...

it is the prelude to a city.

you cross the bridge before it crosses you.

and in the city you meet a man...

he doesn't answer questions

but he keeps in good company

you never pay attention to signs.

"Why dont you come with us?" she says...

you hope she doesn't see how smooth you're not

but you never end up where you think you will.

and when you follow into the room, everything seems to change.

you decide to play along...

is everyone a bankerdoctorlawyer?

in your head you think, "Who the f@#% are these people?"

no really? What the f@#% is going on?

and then He shows his face...

his face...

his dark...



dark face...

there's one in every corner.

everyone is part.

then something dark bright catches your eye...

you find you can't refuse the invitation.

there is something about her...

and so you stay a while...

the ritual alters things...

you can't help but notice something strange brewing within this company...

and then your fixation becomes obvious

did you think she wouldn't notice?

its ok, everyone has a laugh.

so you head to a diner...

"damn that waitress is hot, give me 5 bruthur!"

No.

between you and bed is a bridge

even the road seems to sleep and dream

but in your heart you know it was worth the trip.

jet-set on a sunday evening sojourn, you wide opened the sky...California to New York in the blink of an eye.