I turned and walked toward the open door of the Mustang while re-running a little video inside my brain of what happened during the last 10 or 15 minutes.
I saw Scooter Guy dazed and confused, tangled up in the wreckage of his scooter wondering how in the world he went from jamming a yard sale sign into the ground to looking at the sky with a human face staring down at him.
But most of the scenes in my video were of Kathy and Derek.
There’s Kathy half way out of the car window chiding me about the spelling of ‘Yeard’, making me aware of the penis, knowing that I’d take the bait, wondering what crazy shit would ensue. Her teeth her smile her eyes reflecting sunlight; the light of good humor, her body a metronome inside of some internal clock, bouncing up and down in time with the music that is always there but not always felt or heard or seen. Music that the world brings to us when somehow, the rigors of every day life fall away and true life is exposed.
I saw Derek coming at me like a soft human tank growing larger his lips stretched back his white teeth gleaming in the sun, ”getting’ the joke, happy to be part of it, unafraid to show his affection. The last thing I remember, sight of him laughing, double visions of his face bouncing to the music of HIS internal laugh clock.
I pulled the car door shut, put the Mustang into first gear, looked both ways and slowly let out on the clutch. A split second before moving through the intersection I glanced into the rear view mirror.
Kathy’s head was still outside of her window. She still had that shit eating grin on her face her head bobbing up and down and up and down and up and down just like the bobble headed hula girl that my grandparents displayed on the open shelving unit that separated their tiny little living room from their tiny little kitchen.
The End …..
She faced downward, her spine curved, one side of her face drooped. He held her hand, wiped the drool from her mouth. They seldom spoke. Their hands spoke for them.
I pictured her as a slender and beautiful young woman. Was she a good dancer? Did she have children? I imagined them kissing with youthful passion.
I thought; true love can’t be described, it’s a vibration between two people. Was I seeing true love?
She turned and looked at me, seeming to sense my presence. The left side of her mouth curled into a half smile. Were her eyes telling me she understood my thoughts? Was she answering my question? “Yes, dear boy, you are seeing true love.” How did she know my thoughts?
She faced her husband. He inclined his head, listened then rose and pushed her to the opposite side bench. I wondered why they moved. Was the sun too hot? Did she think she had answered my question and it was time to move on? Was she too tired to continue our silent dialogue?
After moving I craned my neck to see them. Facing forward, they spoke softly then turning toward each other, they smiled and nodded their heads in unison. Were they telling each other secrets? Was she telling him a boy flirted with her? Or maybe she remembered when they first fell in love and wanted to relive the moment one more time.
I THINK SOLSTICE DAYS SUCH AS OURS … RELATE TO YOUNGER MINDS IN GENERAL, THEIR MOVEMENTS SO FREE … UNANNOUNCED THEY’RE THE PERFECT HOUSE GUESTS IN OUR WORLD … AN END RESULT ..
LET’S FACE IT … THE WORLD’S A BETTER PLACE FOR THEM TO CO-MINGLE ESPECIALLY FOR THOSE SOULS WHO MOVE THEIR SADNESS IN SEARCH FOR HAPPY LOVE … THE SEARCH FOR SHOES WITH A BETTER FIT … THE OTHER FOOT IN UNION WITH THEIR OWN .. TAKING THEM EVERYWHERE THROUGH MINDS DELVED INTO …THE SELFLESS WORLD OF LOVE AND affirmation ..
OF COURSE THE OPPOSITE CAN BE TRUE … BASKETBALLS THROWN FROM NOWHERE TO PLACES NEVER SEEN, DOES ANYONE REALLY KNOW where they’re going or what their purpose is … ? IT’S USELESS to search for a REASON SINCE … YOU’LL NEVER REALLY KNOW …
IT’S ABOUT PEOPLE IN SLEEPING COMAS … ! YOU CAN SEE THEIR STASIS … NEVER ENDING; THE CONVERSION OF THAT ONE INSENCSENT FACT OF LIFE … !
IT’S OBLIVION THAT SETS US FREE … !
IT’S PART OF OUR SOCIETY NOW IN EVERY DETAIL … IN EVERY GENERAL WAY ! WE MIGHT AS WELL FACE THE FACT … IT’S ABUNDANTLY CLEAR …!
WHEN THINKING THROUGH CLEAR VISTAS … WE THINK THOUGHTS THAT THINK BETTER THOUGHTS THAN THOUGHTS NOT THROUGH CLEAR VISTAS … IT’S PRETTY OBVIOUS ISN’T IT … ?
BUT WAIT … ! THERE’S MORE !!
BETTER AND BETTER, MORE CLEAR VISTAS … THEY’RE ON THE WAY …!
WHAT COULD BE MORE OMINOUS ..? SIGNS AND THERAPIES … THE WORDS OF MONKS … PRIESTS AND HARPIES … THEIR CURLING BEARDS AND SHAVEN HEADS OF FEAR … THE BREAD WORTH TASTING … ? IF THEY ONLY KNEW THE HANDLE, THEY’D KNOW THE OPEN FRAME .. IF THEY ONLY KNEW THEY HAD KNOWN ALL ALONG … THEY’D KNOW THEY ALL KNEW THE SAME … HOW SAD
THERE’S NOTHING NEW UNDER THE SUN AND IT’S THE SAME OLD SONG isn’t it .. IT’S HISTORY REPEATING ITSELF ..
WHAT IS IT WE SEEK?
IT’S BETTER THOUGHT ! ! BETTER DANCING LOUDER SINGING
THAT’S ALL .. !!
FREEDOM’S PRESS IS FREE AFTER ALL .. ! THE FREE PRESS MORNING EDITION … IT COMES DELIVERED TO THE HOUSE EACH MORNING ANNOUNCING WITH GLEE DETROIT’S DONE IT AGAIN … THEY’RE NUMBER ONE ….. IN THE MURDER CATEGORY? (THERE’S LONG ROADS YET TO TRAVEL … IT’S A DEEP, DARK SECRET … YOU KNOW IT WELL …)
… BUT SERIOUSLY ….. IT’S NOT ABOUT TAKING LIVES … IT’S ABOUT 4 SQUARE COUPLES DANCING TO AND FRO, MORE THAN ANYTHING ELSE …
PLUS … IT LEADS TO HIGHER BIRTH RATES … LOVE … KS !
An older man wearing a cowboy hat
feather inserted into its leather band
braided with colorful beads
dances alone …
his hands … !
bent at the wrist,
palms facing forward
each finger poised differently …
they move in graceful arcs
left to right in time
with the music … while
his feet trace graceful cursive patterns on the
black top street
A slender girl with long legs and boney knees
wearing a flared white skirt jumps up and up
and up …
with each descent her white skirt opens like a parachute …
flairs outward like a gardenia blossom …
she holds her neck stiffly …
bends her knees at the top of each leap
her legs disappear within the
for one brief moment
she is suspended in mid air,
three feet above the ground …
her face lost in
the energy of the storm coalesces itself into a
swirling hot sun of
the surrounding crowd becomes an orbiting mass of
planets and asteroids around the
hot sun of
dogs, people sitting on curbs women with
baby strollers the
first row of onlookers on canvas chairs
form the closest
adolescent boys with sad searching eyes shuffle alongside
adult men and women with the
same expressions …
the outer planets wandering aimlessly …
finally, there are those outside the
orbiting mass of movement …
dead planets waiting for life
to inhabit them …
at times they smile with slivers of fleeting joy …
they want to feel the freedom of
unbridled movement …
but they are trapped within
the confines of their fear and
i gaze at them …
i sense their yearning …
a yearning to be
part of the
The street was charged with the movement of a
gale force wind …
People watching on the sidewalks or
on canvas chairs
seemed powerless to resist
the energy of the dancing
As the mob of dancers grew
it reached critical mass,
broke apart and became
separate layers of a powerful
Adult dancers formed the larger wind streams …
Children flowed around the
larger currents of movement …
small eddies within the storm …
more powerful because of their
compressed energy … little tornados within the
swirling mass of
Four women with dyed black hair wearing
black leather vests with rhinestones,
high top cowboy boots,
black stockings with torn holes exposing their legs,
black t-shirts cut into strips at the bottom
tight black leather skirts …
dragged on cigarettes …
They exhaled smoke from the side of their mouths or
turned their heads and blew …
One of the women turned away from
the others, bent over
and began coughing
Her mouth formed the shape of an O …
her tongue rested on her lower lip in the shape of a U …
her face turned beet red …
while she hacked and barked
the other three laughed and
pointed at her …
She began coughing into her hand
wrapped into a fist while
moving her head up and down
as if in agreement …
… i happened to pass by the laundry room on the way to the bathroom, i saw some jeans that needed to go into the dryer …
… so i put them into the dryer then i started to move the furniture back to where i wanted it … when i finished i remembered i was going to take a shower so i went in and took all the tools out of the tub, put them where they needed to be … oh! there was the sandwich ! i hadn’t eaten it all … so i continued eating the sandwich while walking around looking for my camera (so i could take a before and after picture of the tub) … when i remembered taking some cool pictures a couple of days ago … i decided to take a look a them … so i sat down, logged in, started to peruse when i looked over and saw two globs of grape jelly on the floor … shit! after considering my options i grabbed an old wash cloth, wet it down in the bathroom and wiped up the jelly … ummm i wonder if i should throw the washcloth in the laundry basket … hell yes, so i threw it into the laundry basket then, i remembered there was dirt in the tub from when i was doing my problem solving, so while i was in the laundry room i grabbed the shop vac went into the bathroom and and sucked it up …
continued ….. while sucking i noticed how lousy the baseboards looked so ,,,,, continued