RUN ON POEM... Chapter 2
I think I've used that title
before
as the day stretches out from me
like a naked page
on which I can inscribe the mundane
and the banal.
I am the reluctant lover this day
and haven't written anything
except in my trashy journal.
Pat Metheny and Lyle Mays
on the sound track
and I have reached a pause for thought.
The passing crowd flick shadows
on my peripheral vision
and pass, thumbs
hooked in backpack straps
or hands to ear
and loud one sided cell phone
conversations with no one in particular.
I see the reassuring green
of the trees standing sentry in the street
as I tap the keys in time with
the Zydeco.
The morning sun burns off the high cirrus clouds
three act plays going on simultaneously.
What a marvellous mechanism
is our head,
surround sound, peripheral vision
taste buds for the coffee
and signals coming in from many stations,
Sweet young thing in tight blue jeans
with neon Gothic S on each back pocket
just in case we didn't notice her delectable
derriere.
Her navel rings shines above the pubic high
low rider belt line.
She has an ironic grin on her face
because she knows she has achieved
her objective.
She has the men doing
"In your dreams"
and the women doing
"Brazen Bitch!"
Ahh, Life is great
when you are in the zone
chapter two
of the
run on poem.