Drexler McStyles: In the Grease

May 16, 2005

I woke up one morning
with nothing to say
the crows were crawing
from power pole perches;
puzzled by the sun

I stood in the shade
and followed a trail of ants
working maniacally
around a lake of soda syrup

I had nothing to say
to the blonde skirt
posing with indifference
unaware of the dust
settling on her style

the cars came shuffling along
and didnt seem so different
from the ants
only a difference in size
made them distinguishable
from one another

and I had nothing to say
to any of them

Posted by Drexler at May 16, 2005 04:38 PM