Tuesday, August 30, 2005

Dear Alien,

I was alone.
And there were others.
Red lights, like slow-moving arteries made traffic difficult.
From that direction anyway.
There was no sun anymore.
Just its remains: a few clouds; puff-violets, sinking fast. Over with work now and looking forward to dinner.

It was a Time of wondering and haunts from Dead Heroes.
The Mail Carriers were killing themSelves and still the mail found you home.
Unfortunate absences proliferated.
As if playing catch-up for money.
And college girls sorted laundry on Saturday nights.
Alone.
Sometimes the Beat went on, endlessly unheard by Majority Rulers.
This was not a Time of Balance.
And those born under the sign of Libra moved elsewhere.

Nervous associations popped up nervously and this woman, like many others really, carrying two shopping bags from the grocery store and not much support in her heels, followed her thoughts downtown.
"I have Pepsi." She thought. "That always makes me feel better."

But these were the Times when a dust-bunny gathers on thoughts,
If you're thinking at all, which you are.
The Past was the Future and few understood what one must understand,
Or ignore, if you're wise.
So.
Pepsi or no.
No one spoke anymore.
Not really.
Though speaking would just fit the bill.

The priorities placed out of place, which confused, and brought great comprehension of little.
And no one to blame.
(That's the Killer, Miss Miller.)
That's the phone ringing suddenly.
Pulling you out.

These were the 90's advanced quite a while.
Overly prepared for its date.
Jumpy and scented.
Pulled together one last time for the approval of someone Else.
Or maybe just lonely.

One day hot. Next day not. Cold. Real Quick. Like a cleansing after a fire. Kinda dry. Now reeeal wet.
And cigarettes glance from the table in the corner of your eye.
Great camels, like cocks riding billboards in neon.
Electrical buzzing to light up your life.
Thanks for the buzz, and all that.
Half-hearted offerings permeated and beer will always be cheaper by the case.

"Runnin' black man.
Musta stole somethin'."

Walk on the green in the promise of summer.
Stop at the red in the rain.

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