Alone Together

Alone Together


This highway is like a ballet,
each car leaps in time
with the symphony we play.
Headlights and tail lights intertwined
pirouette together, flickering Red and blue.
We trade melismas for fermatas
As we glide seamlessly to a slow and steady
Grand. Pause.
As the conductor holds us in suspense
and stare at myself in the unbroken mirror
of my neighbor’s inescapable glass.

Lane changes are choreographed perfectly,
mechanically,
to the adagio drip of classic rock
leaking from my radio;
coming so close but making sure never to touch another.
Engines drone on with the low reeds while
the horns shout their appoggiaturas
in that all too familiar call and response.
My car sings out her soprano descant above the chorus;
the same old song that never changes key.

I roll down my window
as the piece crescendos
to forty-five and reach out the window
so I can finally shake hands
with someone in my section.
But everyone knows that you don't talk
in the middle of a performance.
You look straight ahead, remain silent,
keep your hands to yourself and
never ask a question if you don't understand what's going on.
How can so many people play the same song
but never meet another musician?


I was talking with a friend about this poem as we went for a long drive. I was talking about how surreal it felt to watch traffic glide so effortlessly in and out of itself and that it almost seemed like a ballet and that's why I wrote this poem, I've posted it on here before but I reworked it for my last poetry class and I think it has a bit more energy now. Hope you enjoyed it.

If you have ever played classical music, this one's for you.

Finally someone speaks up!

three cheers for mediocrity! HIP-HIP!

...yeah me either...

so grades will be coming soon. I'm not terribly thrilled about that notion, but at this point I really want them to come and go. This semester was....odd. I've definitely done a lot of growing this semester--as a person, as an artist, and as a friend. But for some reason my academics just weren't on point. I don't totally understand it, I guess it's sort of like physics--water can't change physically and thermo-dynamically. If I'm doing well as a person, as a student I have to take a break. Maybe it's just me. Or perhaps, I'm just getting tired of the same circus that school presents me with. I'd never thought I'd grow tired of learning in a class room, but the truth is I'm loning for something else...some sort of education that is more tangible.

As for right now, I am all but finsihed with this semester, and looking foward to the coming break. Maybe by next semester I'll be ready to be taught at again.

Music Geek

There are certainl different level's to one's geekiness. This takes a special kind of music geek.

p.s. thanks Post Secret

WHOA.

Julianne Moore's son is named Caleb.

=o