All-Star Game
A car cuts me off proceeding to drive 20 mph
under the speed limit. For a second I think about half-directing a fuck you but
stop short. That’s the old me talking. I can do better. Life is large and long
and just the right amount if we’re lucky enough. This line of thinking is the
modern me. I switch on the radio and leave it on static with no singing or
tune. I am transported into mid-day meditation from the low static hum. Another
car passes and cuts me off, going again 20 under the speed limit. No big deal I
mutter, drive 15 in a 35, see if I care. A minute later, another car passes and
cuts me off, causing me to slam on my brakes, this causes the teenager driving
behind to shake his fist. Ha, not going to sweat it. Couldn’t be older than 16,
I remember being 16. Another car out of nowhere swerves in front of me while
the driver is seen joyfully eating handfuls of french fries from a drive-thru
bag. This scene of me driving while getting cut off goes on like this over and
over on repeat. It seems planned but the timing intervals are random. 30
seconds, 2 minutes, 55 seconds, 15 seconds, 1 minute 45 seconds. The procession
of the day to and from has us make left turns and right turns. Forward, left,
forward, right, forward, another left, onward. After some time, we merge onto a
highway, then exit off the highway to turn left. A yellow light. The car in
front of me keeps on going wherever they are going. I stop. Red light. It’s now
been 6 minutes idling at this red light that I am not so sure will ever change over.
To add, somehow the van that was just directly behind me has maneuvered its way
in front of me in the turning lane, adding an additional 6 minutes idling at
this red light that I am even more not so sure will ever change over. Every day life happenings, a greater cosmic
test. No need to take psychedelics, it’s all natural just living life,
connecting cause and effect, fine detail observation. The variables of life in
the order of channeling daily occurrences expanded out from near to far. Even
on display here full-force at an intersection one of a million. Somewhere in
that timeframe, the light turns green, but not before just when the traffic
light fixture snaps falling with gravity to smash into pieces in the middle of
the road. Cars are laying on their horns from every direction. I turn the radio
dial to a station. It’s a good song. I sing along in and out of tune. More cars
inch closer and closer, angling their tires this way and that way, then going
for it smashing into one another metal on metal. The cars are piling up in a
giant titanic heap of pressure and angst. Cars keep passing and swerving in
front of me oblivious to the wreckage. The sun is out, I roll down the window.
I sing a little louder, I don’t care who hears me. Looks like I’m going to be
here awhile. Nowadays I pass three tests for every failed one, it’s my personal
life’s greatest season.
