Paved roads or highways. That’s what most
of us dreamed of… to get in the car and go
somewhere. A vacation or destination.
Family outing on the beach. Drive to the
mountain. Ride on the Ferris wheel. The
larger the better, of course. Except for this
one little one. He was such a perv.
Daydreaming of affairs in the middle of the
woods. Sitting nowhere doing nothing.
Making a stump speech by himself. The
parade went by. He missed his station. It
would be his death, or most of it.
I’ve been thinking, this is how you fool time.
With parades. Parade floats. People seeing
sitting watching. So many sections. And
much like religion. How do you believe it
all? Beelzebub dragons begat Disney begat
Puff dragons. But not on them. Smoking
watching. Over the railing of love. Oh, the
lazy river. The streets are empty, except for
a few blocks crammed with people. Ants on
a jetty. At Rio the Carnival would wear you
out. It wasn’t like that on the water. There
was just one, cool breeze.