They put a motor on a predator
It nearly skidded off the roadside
snarling and sparking
Screaming as loud as the screech of the brakes
Leaving a trail of tyre black
Across the smooth surface
It careened forward some yet dug in
Purchased traction
Picking up that aggressive acceleration
Droning on into the night
The echo booting and bouncing
Out of sight
The noise slopping out
buildings and walls
The uproar a motor on a predator
They can pretty much sum you up in a second
and get you wrong in a fraction of that
Theres always more to come
Bullshit from the mouth boring
silly stupid
They fill out the questionaire on your behalf
Forgetting that others did the same to them and how that felt
They seemed to pile on their understanding
getting offended when i find it entertaining
and for the self proclaimed heroes
You are just as deluded as the villans you condemn
Raising tour voice at a screen
A redundant emotional speech proving nothing
Think about the desert wall climber
Dead grass rattler
Dry dawn begger
People out of the cave early to worship the sun
To begin licking their screens for sweet illusions
While the day warmed
The sacred scorpion crackle hiss
cloudless sweltering salty pavement
And people cheered from the shade
holding hands in their respective bias loving groups
Led by formally dressed and spoken clowns
On the extreme left and right
Thick about the line of ants
Calango lizard bands over the top of the wall
They dont hover there because they are cowards
Its because there is twice the amount of food
Near the landfill there is a soccer field
The neighborhood kids assembled
divided into two groups
and started playing
Two minuted after arriving
One of the kids opened his hand
and declared, -its going to rain!
And another ten seconds passed
Then the showers came
but the kids kept playing
Shrieking even more
yelling themsleves hoarse
slipping and sliding
Until the game became just about balance
The baby kind
the unformed mind
All rhythm no thought
All expression
No reflection
Popular entrance
appeal melts most of men's indifference
sparking the kindling crackling curiousity
They look onward
stretch yourself you elegant mammal
The baby kind
Everything is face value
first sight first impression
simple and exquisite
Kiss the air unintentionally
March in and own the light
Those shards of light showing you off
All the way in and out
people try to earn your smile
She spun overbusy in the kitchen and screamed I need parsley
children were bewildered as their mother beleld like an alarm
So out I went on my skateboard toward the supermarket
The streets were straight and flat
I could roll smoothly through without much effort at all
I felt the concrete judder gently under the chunky wheels
Half way there I remembered the parsley I was growing
It a bulky clump, surely I could take some from there.
I started skating back to the garden where the parsley grew
But on my way back the street had changed
None of the footpaths and sidewalks were even
There were obstacles blocking setting cement
There were cracks and pot holes
I'd have to take myself off the skateboard
walking among the messy roadway
From across the street the professional skateboarders skated
They observed me and laughed
Time seem to slip by faster
As if I myself was wading through wet cement
Coming home empty handed
No parsley
not even another similar herb
Perhaps a substitute
No just an adult with a skateboard
Legs covered in bruises and cement
I'd keep rearranging myself, well can you blame me?
Morning in a different order, birds will dance
Banana leaves busy
making a religion from the wind
Universe kept leaving its clothes for me to pick up
I watered the same plants
with a different mind acting up behind my eyes
I thought about this from a new mind that took over from the old one
A person refusing to be ordinary
and a small green insect
eating its way through a lettuce patch
I pulled a weed and found a deeper root beneath
This is the world getting through your experience
Evening I had become reasonable, which was disappointing
The plants had grown so well, fertility showing in all it's little signs
I was looking for evidence so the I could plant more
But the garden never needed proof
