nascar drivers and five dollar pizza

i type a certain way. i never like to finish the line, hoping in this, to leave more to the imagine
for those few seconds of blank to tumble across the mind. but not tonight. not right now. full lines dictate my topics of choice.things are tornado-fi-ing across my mind. one thought changes to another then another. I was sitting in the lincoln brewster concert when one image came to mind, over and over. i tried to wash it way, but it wouldn't leave. it didn't leave. i leaned over to jamie to say jamie she needs me now. she needs be now. go. said jamie. go. i went. i called her. and asked if she needed me. she asked why. i told her how i sat in chapel and i felt her pain. she said she would come over. this is where i am now. here. with her. Lord, let her mouth open and let her heart pour everything out. give me the words to say. my heart grieves. may the love from the Lord be shown to her tonight.