You know those really really really long events you had to go to as a kid. Ridiculous stuff- like family reunions, or church meetings or just plain ol' being dragged along? Sometimes fun stuff- road trips (if you fancied them), Disneyland or whatever equivalent, or to family you actually liked.

Leaving at sunrise and returning as bats and owls start to yawn and pull up their sheets. That time of night.

After a long day of this and that and that and this. Well, I wish I could relive one of those drives back. Laying down in the back of the car if you had lots of space, wrestling with the seat-belt buckles on your back; or constantly trying to re-position your head against your window or that uncomfortable and non-ergonomic plastic-type frame next to the door lock and above the handle only to be bounced by the car and woken up.

Long after my brain would give up on trying to sleep in said conditions I'd get into a semi-psychedelic state. Watching the sea of red lights in front of me, ebbing and flowing little dots- each controlled by the movement of the others. To the left a torrential outpouring of bright yellow/white light (blue nowadays with those LED's or whatever). Not a single stop-light in sight.

I often would tilt my head slightly upward, my head against the window causing my vision to vibrate with the tiny, ubiquitous bumps in the road and look at those tall "7" shaped street lights. They'd come into existence as fast as they disappeared in a consistent and wonderful rhythm. Mesmerizing to say the least.

Occasionally the sound of the turn signal would outweigh the subtle 'whirrrrr' of the car and the sound of the road, only to silence after a soft sway in either direction. Slowing down, the beep-beep-beep of the "hey your door's open", and the slight cool breeze worked like a snap to a hypnotized me. Slowly peaking up to regain my bearings- only to continue forward once there was ample juice in the car or less juice in the folks driving.

But now tis' only I who drive. And I drive myself, by myself. Trying to recreate the same feeling while I drive wouldn't be quite smart... And so like those street lights those times have whizzed by without a sound. Only to be appreciated once it stops. They say time goes. No.
truly- time stays, we go.

Your legs ache, your head done pounding
the wind around you is eerie sounding
hands weak, and feet stinging
from washing someone's else's dishes
sweeping someone else's floors,
it's okay they would do the same for yours,
-sarcastic chuckle-
you trip over cracked cement,
try to catch yourself and your knees buckle,
you laugh even though it hurts like hell
clothes soaking wet but its dark they can't tell
"Can't believe i almost fell.."
you get home and the cold becomes hot,
you turn on the fan to hear it whirrrrr
the computer screen turns on and you feel at peace
you have been craving this moment
with crystallized crystal eyes,
you go to open your favorite game
but you have a better idea,
write a poem.

Washing machine whirrrrr
And its obscene that I'm obscured
I did what I did
As I do what I do
I hid what I hid
Now what am I gunna do?
It taste like it felt,so good
When they find out,trout pout,I wish they would
Say something more than nothing
Amount to something
Maybe a few more words
Like birds
Flying
Lying dying
Any more than eating alone
At home
They come
And take it away
My way
My day
Without asking if I'm grey