Journal of a Spaced-Out Brain -poetry-

Observations

The leaves are dying
the throws at the end
of August
the heat and humidity
are summer's last insult

river rock will kill the grass
keep their lance from growing
leaving the earth for the few
small ornamental trees

they walk along
like they've got nothing to do
as a few work trucks stop
FedEx medical Supply deliveries
they walk with a purpose
though on their last leg

When the breeze blows
I watch the limbs

he looks like he's afraid
the health insurance spies
are watching him
he doesn't want to lose
those disability checks
they're all he's got left in the world

the doctor's looking around
for his next patient
with eyes that seem to say
your time will come

people walking
down the middle of the street
because they don't want
to follow the sidewalk
which will take them a few extra steps
out of their way
an inconvenience
let somebody else
inconvenience themselves

woman with red hair
and skin so white
it doesn't look like she's ever seen the sun
like a larva
white
like a maggot

man with a hairline
top of his head
a woman with a rear-end
a rear-end so big
made for a sit down job
like a delivery driver
or secretary