To Two New Friends That Are Old

I don't want to impress you…

I want to explode…go out in

a blaze of glory..the last chance

for a thousand miles.

We've been there…it's all a 

platform now, to rant where

you will, where you can, where

you think someone might be 

listening.

What else keeps us alive?

The chance that someone

off hand might glimpse us

and find us interesting.