reflecting: pt. 2 (last chance in a music store) by Beth K HannahAs the price comes to 9.95,
I am questioned about marijuana and cars;
If I smoke as fast as I drive.
I want to laugh and say,
"If I could only be so fortunate
To get my satisfaction from an outside force."
But my inner cynic reminds me
That I have to give 5 cents change,
And that certain boys will never stray.
I spend a few more minutes
Being witty and debating mopar vs. chevy,
Nothing cute, nothing special.
I am drawn like liquor to flame
To these half-witted creatures.
My mind settles into the crevices of their conversations
And I search for symbolism in their CD purchase,
When in doubt, stereotypical lyrics cool the angst.
I drive home, my mind mulling over lust and affection
Intermingling the two like raindrops.
If only plants and machinery could cure my mind's
Never ending process, then i could be less fleeting,
More entertaining,
And less like a summer storm.
But, the radio is never as attractive as lightning,
And I sadly drown in pop music and terrible lyrics.
My ache for true satisfaction never dies. 12/01/2003 Author's Note: inspired by my mind's obsession with over analyzing my body's fleeting emotions.
Posted on 12/01/2003 Copyright © 2024 Beth K Hannah
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