pulled there. pushed here.

I don’t want anymore airports

with the lady that takes my coins

or tracking sandwiches and notebooks

that went both and different directions

‘cause those coins can buy more beer

while Estonian pop plays

and those sandwiches could be finished

while walking past notes.

and that notebook could hold my pictures that I took

when you weren’t looking

see, we could fit it all in one bag

which could take some getting used to

but it’s okay,

‘cause I don’t have much

although it feels like I do.

6 Responses to “pulled there. pushed here.”

  1. tokyo thirty-three Says:

    you have so much….[more than you know]

    and i think leo and mary ann would agree

  2. Frank Says:

    Which cereal is it, exactly, that gives me the Agent Tokyo secret decoder ring that lets me understand this post?

    ‘Cause I’ll buy it. I will.

  3. SD Steve Says:

    Frank, I believe that’d be Ovaltine. I tried mine but before I could find the answer, it started smoking and then burst into flames; ouch! So that didn’t work.

    Next I’ll be trying hallucinogens… maybe a little of that yoghurt Aric had in India??? :P

  4. Leslie W Says:

    I think (I hope) it means that Aric is happy:)

  5. admin Says:

    ha.

    I am.

    Frank and Steve need to drink their malted milk.

  6. SD Steve Says:

    Frank, we must be sure to drink our Ovaltine: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zdA__2tKoIU :P

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