4.18.07

I’m not expecting you to expect what I’m saying.

Hail on the freeway

Brakelights abound

Slow down,

Something unexpected

Shine your fear

feel it at the wheel

Ipod on shuffle

A coffin-cocoon

From the out-around

From life-sound

From him and her

And them

A rolling reality

Fill it up

at only 3.49

life-automatic,

don’t think

Or anything,

But brake

Slow down.

YOU…

Described by the road

Locked in, a belt

A safety reel

impervious

Alone

Moving

But not really;

always the same places

unwind in your day

Work

And home

But you’re not alone

you’ve got husband

 kids

dogs and cats

But who are you to expect me

To expect you to

Have expectations?

You: happy.  you are

I see it silicone clear

I hear

your long suburban lament

Your commute-dirge

that rock glints

As you turn left into starbucks

The Escalade purrs

rolling fortress

of wall between

you and everything

you refuse to see

In your PEOPLEskills

And your COSMOlogy

And your ELLEgibility

GLAMOURousness

You’re so well read

It’s true

And I see it in you

Like a radar blip

Like a tiny dot

Like a mote, a mote

Of dust

A flake of rust

You’re used.

Set out to languish

In the rain

Your  reason for being

Is sight unseen

A stealth-life

Unsung

There are’nt words

For the tongue

That could tell me

To expect what

You’ve expected me to say

To anticipate

The ether from your within

You’re an empty gale

A rush of silence

A muffled “isn’t”

Or “won’t” or “can’t”

Or “didn’t”

 

Slow down