On the overpass a man throws his arms up In crucifixion grace His expression is wandering between Elation and desecration Face ****** to the late afternoon sun Belly pressed to the rail like the bow of a ship
My stomach curdling I pass beneath him Panicked, I check the rear view for swerving cars and relieved, find none. At home the 911 call list shows nothing On that stretch of road.
I hope he was only greeting the autumn An icarus whose wings Never melted.
Late night chore ****** score can of sardines Toyota Camry cigarettes are thrown out the window after they’ve burned to ash.
Life is grueling money pulling social circles are salesman circuits items in stores can be sold by anyone money belongs to whoever is holding it the rabbit outruns the fox because the fox is running for its dinner and the rabbit is running for its life.
Wheels are spinning not winning up and down Hopple Street cash clutched in clenched clinging fingers swivel squirrel seekers scan the street for swine snakes slithering to ****** sparrows with clipped wings flashing lights bring fame and shame.
Lifetime of disappointment hedonistic enjoyment outstretched arms receive god precarious stones in the water mark the path murky liquid lies beneath lies within murky thoughts from beneath lie within murky dreams from within lie beneath.
Cycle of looting then shooting concession consolation paranoia prerequisite thievery theology potholes collect in the freeway vehicles begin to fall apart.
Look at all the people. People just like me. Look at the cites that are up to the stars type of full. A-glow with their own universe of stars. and love only compared to the embrace of two hearts. and the strength of the animal trampling the one who grabs its horns. For they are but a red blanket in the eyes of the bull. The cities that thrive and pulse with life, so much so that trying to take them down amounts to null. But keep looking around, what other treasures could there be? Do you see? The grassy seas that roll and crash around our world Look at the sparkles and stripes Look at the lights Look at the swirls of the sky The paint mixing in with the setting sun Look at all the different blue, orange, red, and purple dyes. Seek the see-through walls of the surrounding metal boxes that weigh "so many" tons. What do you see in the eyes of the people inside? What are their secrets? What do they hide? Are they agents or members of a cult or the so-called perfect family? Watch them and your minds eye will begin to soar Just from a little bit of staring past a car door. Making them characters and you the creator of their stories ******* you through the vortex, forgetting all your worries On the road Heading to or from home A smile snakes it's way onto your lips From the worlds you can create when your mind un-zips.