...traffic jam... into the cities... fled like a lottery winner... left it all... to hide in a suburb... behind front lawns without pedestrian walkways... making roads in backyards that i crawl through... sinking into mud and geese droppings as i exchange thoughts with the pack of 9 or more geese... at first i'd apologize about the down coats i'd worn... how i used to think it was the coolest thing... somehow they listen without fly-kicking their tripeds on me... instead they cock their heads like i was an escaped loon... and instead of judging this they seem to feel a solidarity with me about this... to the point that they turn from their post at the pond back yonder and say whats up... i tell them... it's a full moon today... no wonder they say... not about themselves but about me... i look like i rolled down a hill of mud... its the stains from the 252 north and 202 south... highways will do that... cake you in the horror of time passing... i'd rather the mud... so would they...
...lately there've been no weddings to crash... been slamming into cafes that serve matcha and will let me sit inside... thank god i say... when there are a few of these in the 100 mile radius i'v been traveling to be infected with knowing there are other humans congregating... that maybe not everyone doesn't believe in this... that not balancing in the hype doesn't make you a trump supporter... although my red trucker hat could be confusing for some... befuddled the contrast with my cinnamon complexion... and when wonder if i might be carrying residuals of my interactions w mr geese i realize its the signage they're reading - cornell dining.... i guess i carry ithaca like a unicorn... my personal mecca...
...as the planes passed by i sped to catch up... my 05 prius going into shakes threatened to combust and shoot me into a hybrid heaven... so i drank cup after cup of coffee and smoked... chains like d.n.a... like i was making another person... like i had any say in any of this...
...blessed full moon...
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