Tendencies
Life drives me crazy. I swear
this is not my car. I don’t remember
buying it, I can’t afford to rent it,
I don’t recall parking here.
There’s never enough insurance.
I wouldn’t shop here if someone
had warned me. Who knew?
Right here this gets real
existential-like, I don’t
understand the stricken
world, so sad & beautiful.
All I know is somehow
I stopped here & choose to stay
to continue the tradition.
I tell myself, “Remember to stand up.”
Then I look to see if I’m here
with the keys... then it all
comes back. Turns out I do drive.
I even have a license.
I drive good.
Published in ‘Beat Not Beat’ (Moon Tide Press)