I had a dream last
night
in it, I was filled
with abundant joy
the feeling was real
tangible and memorable
as I became more familiar
with the joyous mood
inner certainty mounted
proclaiming exuberance
as mine own natural state

Joy as a fluid substance
made more real by its lack of materiality

a young punk rock girl
black on black
strugglin to free her bicycle
from the clutches of the Metro bus rack
and
an elderly gentleman
seated in the disabled section
nervously gets up then sits back down
unsure of his destination
both
tryin to keep their respective
worlds together
other passengers seemingly oblivious
as the capitan of this ship on wheels
gets it rollin to the next stop
where
with hydraulic hiss
spew and sputter
the scene replays itself
endlessly...

the street is full of throw away people
no one wants them anymore
at sometime, somewhere
they might have meant something
to someone
but now they are
disposable
their only hope
salvation thru destruction
self-destruction
it is in dying that we are born to eternal life