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    Drip drip drop

    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*

    *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*

    Out of the Blue

    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.