Idle Peacefully Unaware

A man.  Haggard young unshaven he makes a stroke on his page.  A pause.  Again the brush hits the page.  He looks up every second

two

three

four at his subject sitting idle peacefully unaware of the full attention given her by the man his notebook his pen from across the subway car.  The book its pages filled with sketches such; watercolour water damaged all they warp bend mutated by the deliberate modifying abuse a new feeling grown out of every drop.

The train stops.  The man draws on.

On Set: Pontypool

The building is melting.

Overcome by heat and the endless footsteps of use the floor itself begins to sweat grow slippery-slick soft. Aged and beat his rubber floors stil malleable warp even after all these years, his towering panes of glass now faded painted gray with fifty summers winters falls of blemishes and dust.

Outside a car, middle-class but nondescript pulls into its spot of old and the neo-cowboy airbender steps into the surrounding blizzard whipping so silently deafening around him.

Lullaby

here’s a little song. I’ve got the music for it in my head.

–

sing to me a lullaby
whisk me away to sleep
take me to that deep dark place
the lord my soul to keep

sing to me a lullaby
your voice so sweet a sound
please stay with me another day
i love when you’re around

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you’re more to me than all the world
the fishes and the sky
the cars below the birds above
so don’t you say goodbye

i drive you to the aeroport
i watch you fly away
you’ll be gone for three long weeks
i’ll miss you every day

i’ll work my job all the while
and think about you there
your lilting laugh your sunny smile
your face your hands your hair

lie down and i think about you
wake up and do the same
the first and last word from my lips
my love it is your name

sing to me a lullaby
whisk me away to sleep
take me to that deep dark place
the lord my soul to keep

sing to me a lullaby
your voice so sweet a sound
please stay with me another day
i love when you’re around

–

sing to me a lullaby
whisk me away to sleep
take me to that deep dark place
the lord my soul to keep

sing to me a lullaby
your voice so sweet a sound
please stay with me another day
i love when you’re around

–

it’s been three weeks your plane’s arrived
i come and drive you home
you’re worn-out beat and it’s for you
i wrote this little poem

i sing to you a lullaby
my voice a loving sound
please stay with me another day
i love when you’re around