Dogs 2010

TOLL BOOTH
(11/12/10)


the structure
stands there

empty

dark

mocking
my attempt
at legal
transit

a bill
changer
is at the ready
to provide
pounds
of quarters
for the now
unmanned
receptacle

a long
line of cars
queues impatiently
in front
of me

I watch
the more frequent
of turnpike travelers
speed on by
with their privileged
electronic
passes

they maintain
memberships
in a higher
realm
of motoring
no doubt

where
is the person
paid to perform
the cashier function
keeping us all
waiting here
at this late
hour?

eating
drinking
pissing
shitting
boozing
drugging
fucking
sleeping?

I see
a woman
up ahead
extract her
fistful of coins
and finally
move forward
to cast them down
into a collection
basket
where they
rattle away
into mechanical bowels
that will hopefully
give their blessing
release the switch
turn red light
to green
and raise
the striped post
of moral
and venal
release

the metal
rocks up
she is freed
then rolls
back down
again
to block
the rest
of us

I briefly
entertain
the notion
of fleeing
the single file
speeding past
these sheep
and crashing
through
the barricade

instead
I ease foot
from clutch
roll dutifully
ahead
to wait
my turn
in this
slaughter
of sensibility

bahhhhhh