'friday night rhetoric'

I drive seething with contempt at mankind, angry intersections full of snaking minds, I drive by slowly watching people watching images of themselves in windows of cliched kind, I see youth skating, hanging out comparing idiosyncracies and the inevitability of size, cars, bikes, boards, stereo output and dollar signs waves and blades, caps and boots, an indecipherable language of mottos and dreams displayed at any give opportunity, attempted copies of advertised lives, women walk down footpaths swollen with dismembered bliss followed by emotionally autistic offspring dragging their misconceived feet, heading to places where they meet to play happy families and exist in an endless cycle of churning out a succinctly unimpressed and disillusioned race with accelerated frustrations and an unvoiced need to be unique, I stop at lights where overpuffed middle aged men and baby faced boys with no tan rev their engines and check out the oppostion, for thrills are cheap but hard to find, they look over my 6 cylinders of cocooned desperation with wide wheels and cool white sophistication, planning their wet victories in their overpriced glaring extensions of egocentric devise, I drive, stay in front or coast behind, depending on the mood and music playing at the time, I detour to the park where I gaze at pandanus palms looking over silken water where pelicans ride with disinterested non-smiles, I park, wind down the window, turn off the radio and write, dislodging some of the contempt and my own frustrations of life and I breath for a moment blocking out the traffic and passersby, relaxing my mind prior to the next onslaught where I again drive passing by an epitome of ignorance in an attempt to get home to my own misconstrued life, where I can make a farce of ignoring another week of daily grind and exist in my own conundrum, all I need is to drive and get through this inane friday night.Oct 2001 Written December 12th, 2001 © on Dec 12 2001 10:39 AM PST    18 • 0 • 10