11:51 p.m. - 2003-02-25
Car+Deer=Death
four a.m. and we're driving.
destination inconsequential
the radio - a commercial.
some promise of youth
lost innocence restored.
some fashionable clothing
sexy cologne
it really doesnt matter
what the pomise of the minute was
because in the next instant
when that deer with her flashing
quicksilver assault on my mother
and her maxims like
look left, right, left
all i could think of was
some advertising exectutive
trying to capture the unimaginable
helpless innocence of a dying deer's
eyes
imploring its surrogate mother
slash
executioner to
make it all better.
that deer should have
listened to my mother
even though
i admire her faith
i would rather have my
consumer eyes
than have that look of
serenity
thinking my mother would
send more than her advice
to me
in shallow thought waves
and stare up at hope
while hope
broke my neck.
