Photo from Timoteo's personal archives
I.
Welcome to the Discovery Channel !
Did you know that flies can fly
while they're copulating?
Looks something like the space shuttle
riding piggy back on that 747 in miniature.
Wait...wait a minute...
there's a medical opinion coming in
on my email.
It says I haven't been getting enough
oxygen to my brain and
that is what's responsible for
some of the poetry I've been writing
lately...
Now, back to our story.
Wait...here's another opinion coming in
from an old flame...
It says: To whom it may concern--
this man is like a movie I watched recently...
sort of slow moving and boring in the beginning,
but starts to grow on you after a while,
as more depth and nuance are revealed.
II.
The air conditioner in my old beater
is deceased.
A mere thousand bucks
or a bit more
will resurrect it
I'm assured.
And what's wrong with you--
they say
this is the desert, man,
but I think of all the beer
a thousand bucks can buy
and decide I can sweat it out
these few more miles
to the liquor store.
Short-term objective: Do more drinking.
Long-term objective: Do more drinking
And tell me how can one be held
responsible for a life largely unpremeditated?
The most they can make stick is
second-degree cluelessness--
but go ahead and crucify me if you will.
III.
And about that other thing
you say
I should observe the rules
on this ship of fools,
but you know I'd rather go down swinging
(with the swingers)
than waste away from a thousand cuts.
Got too much pride
to end up just another stumbling
fumbling old fart
ambling across the street and
making them all seethe when their light
has already turned green--
trying to get a head start
on their way to nowhere.
Zombie see and zombie do.
A wrong turn in Mexico--
a cloaked figure darts from the shadows
and it's all over anyway Baby Blue.
Doesn't matter the distance traveled--
it's how many good shots you've taken.
In the end what prevails...
but a collection of memories?
