Dogs 2014

COMATOSE COMMUTE
(4/14/14)


my vision
blurs

my thoughts
are elsewhere

nowhere

eleven years
on the same
route
has numbed me
to the daily
vagaries

there
is only
this metaphysical
map
in my mind
which my car
must follow

as if
driven
remotely

without
my participation

I merely
hope
that everyone
else
stays
in their lanes

I see
hints
of green

yellow

red

my feet
respond
accordingly

automatically

seemingly
without
my active
participation

I turn
the wheel
in the directions
that I have turned
it
thousands
of times
before

even
my rants
against inept
traffic
are canned

replayed

without
emotion

going through
the motions

day by day

in this
45 mph
death machine

trying
to remember
that teenage joy
of driving
that made even
routine trips
adventures

every
intersection

every
mile marker

a newfound
thrill

~

youth
and joy
gone

I motor
on

in this
foggy funk
of age

and apathy