saline solution runs rather wickedly

three years ago (today) i met you watching me through
a rear-view mirror in a ’79 Oldsmobile packed into the
front seat three of us adult sized and more you in the backseat
by yourself you twiddled your thumbs to the undisclosed rhythm of 
music played in the speakers taking away from absent conversation 
between a chasm of front seat and back seat with 
thoughts of canaries in cages and vampires in the fountain
where our destination was that nite april 15th (three years ago
today) i found myself thinking about the songs we heard 
on the radio we listen to the Top 40 and sometimes even 
contemporary literature baffles me when i turn the page
nothing but bound blank pages able to be swept through like
we didn’t think much when we did it in fact we didn’t think at 
all the time we spent hiking through creeks and jumping through
hoops of fire are scary and i’m no lion and not in the 
circus clowns like to act like they’re in the rodeo but they 
aren’t the stars pretty tonite baby i wonder to myself now
in the car listening to the static alone since i’ve driven
out of town i move further and further away until 
the dawn has no dusk and no foundation  and the 
compass to get us back has lost its center of gravitational pull
somehow that chasm swallowed you whole 


04.30.02