written by owen on 2006-May-14.

I remember. I remember when I wanted to be a fireman. To drive through traffic with a siren like a super power with nuclear weapon. An attractive woman or winded creature whose singing lured unwary sailors onto rocks. I might have had a lack of experience, wisdom, or judgment but the power was just too much not to have for myself. Out of control. Yes, it was a big red truck with water - like a womb, pregnant and ready to have the time of her life, bless your sole. Essential was some place to park the infinite mass of steal, pipes and placenta.

A fire could break out and the doctor would tap it on its feet. They know the path would always be clear because they could hear you coming from a mile a way. It looked like fun. All lights mean green like grass on a playing field stretched across space. A platinum visa. All I remember is that I wanted to be like them. Like a bird falling from the sun. Back then I didn't know too much, complications involved either going head first or feet first. Never enough water when you need it - a private pool that broke. There was something very pleasant about that place I guess I moved too much. With world and time enough, crash upon the rocks. Coy delay eternity mine.

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