writing to know, knowing thru being, being for writing... this is me, writing about the one thing i know, which is myself... and even that is sometimes a mystery...

Monday, July 18, 2005

humanity as seen through the eyes of an observer in the dairy queen drive-thru

sitting in a humming car,
listening to wailing high-voiced violin,
the pecking and picking and rumbling
of empty stomachs
hungry minds.

slam of car door.
tap of feet.
drumming of fingers.
rapping of voices and hands and lips
and and and

dark outside
light glowing in through windows
from glowing supernatural
eyes of parked vehicular entities

swift switching of meter

moonlight. lamplight.
speckled through the trees

faces half in light
(en) shrouded (en) darkness

mingling in the line at the dairy queen drive-thru
~may 18th, 2005


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