today i floated over the place where the two great muddy rivers meet. that's where they started if memory serves. who did they pick up along the way? pocahontas or sacajawea or somesuch subservient native girl. as we came in to land i had that churning feeling as the pilot seemed to be steering with his knees. i was strumming the power lines and tracing the icy fingers of farm creeks cracking and freezing into the hard turf of the patchworkquilt. then i raced out west along the painted asphalt slabs until i saw the blinking red lights of massey lane. over the river and through the woods. wild orange men roam these parts. don't disturb the natives.

Come back. In orbit. Dry ice. March to the sea. Great wall. Crab legs. Beach ball. Land shark. Chicken fight. Round and round. Rope a dope. Green oil. Synchronized explosions. Tick tock. Cabin pressure. Scales. From the depths of the sea.

there was a medical emergency on the train this morning, a young girl taken away in a stretcher. seems i'm bad luck on trains. about a month ago on another thursday morning, i was coming in for class when the train made an unscheduled stop at edison. everyone got off, then we were told to get back on. an announcement was made that the conductor was sick and that we would be on our way as soon as his replacement arrived. after another quarter-hour, we were told to get off the train again and exit the platform. police cars and fire trucks descended on the scene and the train was searched. a rumor spread that a suspicious bag had been found. in the end, we had to backtrack to new brunswick and catch a different train. except when we were boarding that one, a woman fell or was bumped on to the tracks. she lay there screaming in pain while everyone watched silently from the platform, waiting for paramedics to arrive.