Smashing An Alarm Clock In A Parking Lot... Comments

reading your line 'swimming through the breeze', reminds me of a line from allen Ginsberg 'trees moving in rivers of wind', a parking lot really could be an alarm clock, can tell what time it is by what is inside, and their is no fork in a road of death either, the point of parting is joy and suffering, and those sick of waiting for the middle ground will never reach it, i sense all our lives have not been spared, dreams reside between pride and grief, a truly thought provoking write

A poem that stands out in so many ways but 'smashing an alarm clock in a parking lot' would be something I can visualize myself doing everytime my alrm goes off, time for school. Takecare!