Monday, November 5, 2007

Random Notes Barely above Ground pt. 13


I'm lucky, i could be dead this fine evening thanks to a fucking redneck in a giant SUV who drifted over the double yellow last night, was he drunk? tired? on his cell phone? i really don't care, all i know was i swerved at the right moment and and i feel lucky, like pissed my pants lucky, like glad to see the sunrise lucky, like this is the best cigarette and cup of coffee i've ever had lucky, when they say the game is a matter of inches THEY are not lying, i've been seeing those headlights all day, had to take mother's little helper last night cuz i was that rattled, i sat and stared at the imaginary boy and thanked any number of deities for being able to do so, i stared up into the lovely abyss and admired stars and man did it feel good, it felt good to stand outside my house in one piece and take one, long, deep breathe...

Now back to the show, another fine bumper sticker, Drill ANWR, another moron in his SUV is demanding we drill that pesky piece of land up in Alaska cuz he's damn tired of paying so much for gas, unfortunately for fuckhead he parks in the lot next to me and sooner or later i'm gonna find him and this time i might just forgo all conversation, knee him in the balls, smile and say have a nice day...

Tis the season for Joy Division, the sky has gone gray, the wind has picked up, i actually miss good old Lake Erie in the fall but if i look north and east i can see what she sends, the morning's are dark, my drive takes me through the heart of the warehouse and junkyard district and Ian and the boys keep me company the whole way, the city closes in, the faces distort and turn dour as they take the death walk to the cubicle, as the postmodern light bulb changer i can only smile and whisper of lunch time beers and jukebox music, of naps and reading books hidden in the belly of my steel cage...

Disjointed at best, soon i may actually get back to putting together coherent thoughts but today i'm happy to be tired and worn out from chasing the imaginary boy, happy to be in one piece, happy to listen to it rain, happy to pet Luis Garcia Shinobo Diego Rivera Marquez and watch him roll on his belly and pass out, see what a near death experience can do for you, it can put you in a great mood, and who knows maybe tommorow i'll walk the 67 steps from my front door to the pub's front door for a Guinness and Tullamore Dew, cuz life is fucking grand.

1 comment:

Gulfboot Johnson said...

I need a car to actually HIT me today to cheer me up.