He passed the neon poison-dart frog lights
The flamingo pink fluorescent open signs
Clustered gangs of humanoids loitering near cars
Whispering, chattering, eruptious laughter
Puffing pungent Mary Jane diffusing in the wind
He walked by a noodle restaurant
And became a suave man cajoling a dame in a crow dress
He could feel the gritty asphalt, the fish slim air
Three cinder blocks arbitrarily lost sat on a wall
He grabbed out of philosophical liberty and independence and threw it (lighter than he thought).
He felt that youth fluttering like a tiny cardinal between his rib cage
And landed, with a plebeian thud but started rolling down until friction did it’s work. safe
Jumped up and down, the small divider became an exercise for the hamstrings and the gluteus
Backwards jumps were of an audacious skateboarders, the crowd goes bananas
Nature calls for a releasing of a steady stream, but no washroom’s in sight.
Automatic door opens to an electronic spaceship control panel, office’s closed
Leaving, to wander with aimless intent towards some experiential nirvana
A digressive meditation on the seemingly ordinary of tea shops and asian diners as a product of immigrant middle class suburban sprawls. How would one distinguish Canada, from say some place in LA?
What existed before the parking lot was slapped on to dry hard layer effectively killing all that lies beneath?
Is this humanity’s sick way of entertaining ourselves?
Or is it as more fickle as that female recounting how she dodged the romantic forays of the boy she was holding sweaty hands with?
Is this what life is all about? Making enough dough,to splurge on drinks and food, to associate with infant mirror images, based on my presupposed birth of being Chinese?
Was living, more than the hemoglobin receiving O2 for the rest of my organs?
Am I not so much as a pound of flesh, but with mind, body, soul, spirit?
But, it’s time to leave, literally. The wait is over, contemplation done.
Easing open the passenger door to driving away into the darkness.
What were you doing? Oh nothing, just hanging.
