Friday, March 18, 2005

skin and bones

This afternoon I met The Tenor. He looked good today. He looks great in black. We talked about aging and why it fills me with dread and fear. It endows me with x-ray vision and I plunge straight through the flesh, transforming life to the structure that supports it. No skin on the bones when I start to think about the series of turnstile disallusionments ahead.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I think I am getting what you mean...can't turn back.