Feeling the Heat
WTF, where the fuck are these fuckers all going?
Nowhere. That’s where. Fast.
As the cars stand still on the freeway, speed limit 90 kph.
We are standing still at 90* farenheit, air conditioner not working,
Barely moving at 8 kph, stuck in the middle of huge traffic back up.
No wind through the window, falling asleep from the heat,
No one going anywhere. An hour to get through this funnel
from the high volume at the exits, So we sit sweating like pigs
Stuck in the oven, sun bearing down on us. What am I doing here?
Why do I agree to driving Miss Crazy, to the sea park to play with her grandsons?
We’re both feeling the heat on this busy Saturday afternoon.
The heat began to trigger my face nerve while I’m driving.
Somewhere between tending to the pain, driving in heavy traffic,
and pressure building up in my bladder, I began to think of old people
Who toddle along with their walkers, and buggies and canes.
I see myself there some day.
I have no energy left today to play outside in the yard,
With my face pain on the verge of triggering again.
Today I have to mow the lawn, plant the lettuces
GF is gone country gardening. I wish I had the stamina she has,
I used to be able to keep on going no matter what.
Now, not so much. The heat blasted me.
What ever happened to the power of, “No”?
I went for coffee to get away from the neighbor
Using his loud weed whacker, driving me crazy.
I thought a coffee would help pick me up, but
I fell asleep in the van hot in the sun, again.
Listening to CBC radio music concerts
On the car stereo. Now I feel like a sweltering blob
I just can’t get right with myself, tired of dealing with
All the conditions in my disability. It sucks to be me.
I take that back. I have much to be grateful for.
I am grateful for many things. Pain just isn’t one of them.
Coma, coma, coma, comedian, you come and go, you comatose
Commas for toes, no idle doll, no idol dull, no eye dull.
Think of what you’re saying, I can’t make it out
Stuck between a rock and a hard place
Spread-eagled above a crevice
Clinging to the cliff edge
With my fingernails
Should I just let go?
Rock the Casbah.
Here I go again, falling asleep on myself.
Time for bed.
psp
.
Nowhere. That’s where. Fast.
As the cars stand still on the freeway, speed limit 90 kph.
We are standing still at 90* farenheit, air conditioner not working,
Barely moving at 8 kph, stuck in the middle of huge traffic back up.
No wind through the window, falling asleep from the heat,
No one going anywhere. An hour to get through this funnel
from the high volume at the exits, So we sit sweating like pigs
Stuck in the oven, sun bearing down on us. What am I doing here?
Why do I agree to driving Miss Crazy, to the sea park to play with her grandsons?
We’re both feeling the heat on this busy Saturday afternoon.
The heat began to trigger my face nerve while I’m driving.
Somewhere between tending to the pain, driving in heavy traffic,
and pressure building up in my bladder, I began to think of old people
Who toddle along with their walkers, and buggies and canes.
I see myself there some day.
I have no energy left today to play outside in the yard,
With my face pain on the verge of triggering again.
Today I have to mow the lawn, plant the lettuces
GF is gone country gardening. I wish I had the stamina she has,
I used to be able to keep on going no matter what.
Now, not so much. The heat blasted me.
What ever happened to the power of, “No”?
I went for coffee to get away from the neighbor
Using his loud weed whacker, driving me crazy.
I thought a coffee would help pick me up, but
I fell asleep in the van hot in the sun, again.
Listening to CBC radio music concerts
On the car stereo. Now I feel like a sweltering blob
I just can’t get right with myself, tired of dealing with
All the conditions in my disability. It sucks to be me.
I take that back. I have much to be grateful for.
I am grateful for many things. Pain just isn’t one of them.
Coma, coma, coma, comedian, you come and go, you comatose
Commas for toes, no idle doll, no idol dull, no eye dull.
Think of what you’re saying, I can’t make it out
Stuck between a rock and a hard place
Spread-eagled above a crevice
Clinging to the cliff edge
With my fingernails
Should I just let go?
Rock the Casbah.
Here I go again, falling asleep on myself.
Time for bed.
psp
.