OakMonster’s Den

Rain, rain. Go away.

Come again another day.

Don’t want to stay on the freeway.

Rain, rain. Go to Spain.

Brandon’s at home sick again.

Rain, rain. Why Tuesday?

Where were you on Saturday

When I was in the theater all day?

*sigh*

*Blip*

*Blip*

*Blip*

Only a speck on a radar.

Not significant

Enough

To pay attention to

Yet ever present.

*Blip*

*Blip*

*Blip*

Like a gnat.

A distant mosquito.

A stubborn fly.

Its absence would be just

Enough

To make someone wonders

Hey, did it all of the sudden just get

Quiet

In here?

*Blip*

*Blip*

*Blip*

And they move on along

As the little *Blip*

Fades into the dark corner

*Blip*

Of a lonely night

*Blip*

Where she belongs

*Blip*

It’s only fitting that on the eve of my 30th birthday I would post something random.

Something I wrote on the bus on July 5:

LA Sky is blue
Oddly enough
Wide open from the 110
To the Ocean

I’m trapped
In a box on four wheels
Running the same route
Day in and
Day out

Emergency exit is
Shut tight
Barred by red handles

Music in my ears
Shakespeare in my backpack
Notebook in my lap
Searching for something
To fill
My soul
To dull the pain in
My heart

I want to
Hide
Run away
Cry into my hands
Punch through the glass
Shut up
Shout out
Be still
Change at will
Let go
Control
Create
Destroy
Idle
Move

Indecisive on life’s decisions
Like a pace of the 605 car pool lane at 6 p.m.

Stop. Go. Slow. Speed up.

Never the same
Never constant
Never flowing
Freely

Maybe that is the way life goes.

Unlike the blue sky flowing
Freely
Into the arms of the bottomless ocean

Stop. Go. Slow. Speed up.

Maybe this is me
Not knowing what I want
Out of
Life

So I remain
Trapped in a box
Sitting in traffic
Day in and
Day out
Same route

Stop. Go. Slow. Speed up.

Rinse
And
Repeat.