Laundry List

Words words words
they fly around my eyes like bees
around a snow cone.

Buzzing, brushing, bumping,
Beckoning.

The laundry goes into the back of the pickup.
Scales to practice,
Do Re Mi--
But in 1776, TJ was hangin' in the hood...

Seriously, the engine rumbled to life
sparking the headlights aflame.
Out through the woods I go,
Fa Sol (not Soe)

And then I need to read chapter two,
And then I need to run this pattern again,
And then I need to put that keyboard back together,

Oh, and don't forget to be creative.
Stick out and build your resume.
All the successful people do it.

On the highway,
the night runs by at 70 miles an hour.
It's too dark too really see that though. Good thing I have
a speedometer.
I hope the clothes aren't blowing out of the back...

La Ti Do!
I bet you can't sing a minor scale though.
Remember, the vowels round out when you
flatten.
And the vowels square up when you
sharpen.

Wal-Mart waves in passing.
I don't have any pens...

Are the clothes okay?
The time is 10:12 p.m.
If I go to bed soon, I can get up at 6:02 a.m.
and then have enough time to practice my scales then.

It's the only way of insuring creativity.
That's what they told me
anyway.

I miss my dog.

Screech. Halt.
Shit. My fault.

(so much for folded clothes)

The dog continued on his way across the street.
The owner sighed with relief and incredulousness.

C'mon, man, it's night though.
Keep your dog on a leash at least.

But then I remembered,
(or I was reminded, rather)
that the world is much bigger than my mind.

How presumptuous of me.