JEFF BLACK | disengagement is underestimated

“It was around the time that we had just started out for it- we were a little up against it and it needed to be very new or very old right then and there to change out proper. After the engine turned over, the smoke and fumes nearly choked us all. It was the beginning I suppose, so the coughing was expected. It hadn’t rained in a day or two so we were blessed by the gift of dust behind us and the cloud of all what we didn’t want encircling the draft of our stubborn spirits, leaving the old days in the settling.
Babies bring good luck you know and although they hadn’t shown up quite yet or started asking for quarters, I could feel them pulling at my coat with honey on their hands, sticky and stickier, telling me all about it and how in their echolalia of bops and foreign-[sic] language, they were going to decide pretty soon what was and what wasn’t going to be taking shape the next two or three hundred years. Lucky for me, I hadn’t completely lost or forgotten my way and was able to translate all of this before they got too hungry.”