Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Snapshots of Jo
Self-medicating with Jo,
and our drug of choice-
Like the streets tar,
with the help of cars
melting towards Grandview park.
Commercial drive & sunny Saturdays~
promising it's patrons bustle.
Chatty traffic incessantly verbose.
Jo's "bags weigh down her arms."
Between lovers infidelities,
and the passing of her friend-
Jo liquidated everything.
3 years later Jo bought a guitar.
The day after faded blue jeans.
Strings & shoes crowded every
closet & drawer.
One by one,
each square foot filled in & up.
Like city blocks & blood clots.
Jo beat the merchants map.
Petting them 'til they purred
the sound of a murders wings...
a siren sings Jo to sleep.
A slumber counting numbers.
Awaken the dreamers dream.
As the sleep walker runs the race.
Falling head first & saving face.
Jo beat the morning rush;
was first to hit the street.
Crossed the finishing lines
with dotted i's & two left feet.