strangers

they sat in silence, the two of them. him and her. and they were doing 'strangers' by the kinks on the record player, loud enough for them to actually be inside davies' vocal.

so they both had this love. and there was enough of this love that they wanted, no needed, to share it. pick it up and put it into something else. like squat the legs, wrap the arms and interlock the fingers on the other side and physically lift the love up and drop it into something else. just so that the something else knew what it was to feel it, the love. but alas, it was not very easy for them to find this something else. in fact, it was proving to be a virtual Jobian obstacle course. like a fucking cancan dancer whose legs have been shattered or something. but at least there were the two of them.

anyway, it was perfect, the song, well at least the refrain...

"strangers on this road we are on. we are not two, we are one..."

and so he got up from the silence and grabbed a shovel. he dug a hole in the garden soil and just climbed in and never came out.

"...and my mind is proud but it aches with rage..."