Sunday, November 2, 2008


Fast, loud, dramatic
yet, surprisingly safe and reliable.

When static social inertness surfaces
and my desire to flee manifests
to someplace still, isolated, and familiar
where I can hibernate like a bear,
safe from the dangers of the world
shed my skin like a snake,
ridding my body of discomfort,
or blossom like a lightly-watered, sun-beaten orchid

my Lamborghini Murcielago is my diversion
my vehicle for escape,
even if only temporarily,
I am assuredly, contentedly a recluse.