Thursday, January 04, 2007

Trapped

And after certain words were spoken,
They continued travelling in silence,
Only rubber on road making comment.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

You are such a sensation--thanks for allowing us glimpses...

Steve Isham said...

You've struck a nerve of identification here. Lean and evocative ... convincingly claustophobic. A tiny query re last 2 words: slightly prosaic maybe?

Inconsequential said...

Ish - re last two words...

Yes, and deliberately bland :)

I don't know what the roads are like in Oz, but here they make a really annoying drone when driven on, if there is no music, or talking it really hits a nerve when i travel, hence the fact that even though its her car I bought an mp3 player for it :)

Maybe we just need a newer car, one with reasonable soundproofing...that way we won't hear the rabbits scream as we mow 'em down...

Steve Isham said...

we won't hear the rabbits scream as we mow 'em down...
LOL. You get major points for mowing rabbits in OZ. A national plague. We live up a gravel road so soundproofing is not a great help.

Pod said...

ish - some people are a national plague too. should we mow them down too?

inc - the new sensation hey? love the heaviness of this. its simpleness speaks volumes to coin a phrase. i sense a bit of a change in your work....