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Date Posted: 02:18:48 06/03/01 Sun
Author: Leisa*)
Subject: Saturday Drive By

Saturday Drive By

It's a timeless
formless system
unbent toward
regulation or rules

My eyes blur
vision scorned

I know I dreamed
but the images are lost

Unfold my legs
get the kink out
of my left ankle

these things would have
happened regardless
it's a matter of age
and aging

I love/hate California

these mother and daughter
cats sit opposite
one another in exact
perfect poised pose
with tails
wrapped around bottom

Music from the neighborhood
blares loud and uneven;
AC/DC
like a bad 70's stereo

Flying chameleons
missing persons
high walls
high windows
out of reach
telephone calls
{the images come back in fragments}

I remember waking early
disoriented
not knowing what day it was
waking with that
groggy, disjointed feel
every part of my body
and brain

Sluggish from the get~go

I keep the top and bottom
gates closed this morning;
sit outside in the patio
to smoke and have coffee
bring semblance of sanity alive
while two surfers wax their boards
on my piece of the sidewalk

Fade with
{The Bends}
a mellow sort of
happy feel good sort of peace
Unaccounted
I'll take it anyway

I think while driving
of a young haunting
man a half a continent
away and wonder at the same
time why I think of him;
his very good looks,
dark stare
his gift
and some words
he once typed to me;
he probably has forgotten
or regretted them since
but I think he may have
been right

Wait for dreams

Am I getting the life
I plotted?

Impassioned words
imprisoned - poisoned

Who are the freaky people
out my door?

An ill fit proportion
to distance carries
some weight

I think I'm in a sociable mood
what to do
what to do
when reclusive lifestyle
has taken root?

Leisa*)
06.02.01

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