The Backseat

Here, I loaf,

Coffee in my left, a second wisdom in my right,

Shredding years off of "the plan" to pay the dues, society bills,

Thousands on thousands pile up in pre-season games,

Fingernails digesting in the stomach, slashing through the stream like a cross-saw paper-cut,

Here, my feet bounce,

Behind generationally equal minds, I peak over dandruff and hear nothing but dry lips,

Avoiding the eye, I dip into the ocean,

I wade, I pause, I sink,

My joints crunch and fingertips tap dance,

Here, the static fleshes out,

Every thought a raft, casted away, I play Tom Hanks,

Chalkboards accumulate fine powder, the particles tickle the sneeze,

Outside, the rain is still, falling through the ice,

Inside, my brain is still, falling to the vice,

Here, I watch those watching,

The wrapping on the box, present inside, today we learn tomorrow,

I sit on the bow,

Distraction by means of technology, we are all second-hand smoke detectors,

Together, we learn to strap our seat-belts on correctly,

Here, the window is foggy.

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