clifgarboden

The Moving Walkway

In Uncategorized, Unpublished genius on November 24, 2010 at 4:00 pm

Lines composed upon a netbook while stranded in an airport

Caution; the moving walkway is about to end.

The moving walkway is about to rear up and break through the ceiling, killing you and anyone else within 50 feet.

The moving walkway is about to die and refuses to die alone.

The moving walkway is about to break for lunch.

The moving walkway is about to break for no apparent reason.

The moving walkway is about to cry it a river.

The moving walkway is about to recite several random stanzas from a tedious poem by James Russell Lowell.

The moving walkway is about to clip its toenails.

The moving walkway is about to sink into Lake Erie.

The moving walkway is about to go to war with a Third World superpower.

The moving walkway is about to speak in tongues.

The moving walkway is about to vote for the socialist candidate.

The moving walkway is about to club a baby seal.

The moving walkway is about to pick your pocket.

The moving walkway is about to mail a hot tennis shoe to Egypt.

The moving walkway is about to vomit on your living room carpet.

The moving walkway is about to shine your shoes.

The moving walkway is about to turn on it’s creator and cast him into a pit of fire.

The moving walkway is about to leave it to Beaver.

The moving walkway is about to pray for those in peril on the seas.

The moving walkway is about to prove it can fly.

The moving walkway is about to invent the Internet.

The moving walkway is about to utter an ill-advised racial slur.

The moving walkway is about to spill something.

The moving walkway is about to board the midnight train to Georgia.

The moving walkway is about to go crunch.

The moving walkway is about to experience a new rebirth of wonder.

The moving walkway is about to settle in for the long haul.

The moving walkway is about to give up.

Sometimes, the moving walkway feels so groovy it could cakewalk back into town.

Sometimes, the moving walkway just gets so weary.

Right now, the moving walkway can’t take no mo’.

— Clif Garboden

 

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