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by Therese Elaine

In taxicabs the wet wheels howl like wolves on concrete tundra -I shiver to think of the hunt.
The slightest baring of teeth and I readjust my thinking -the mind tells the body that I'll not be prey any longer.
There is no one to save you. I suggest you learn to save yourself. It will be messy, it will be painful and it will be difficult. But in the end, the kill is yours.
You cannot always take what you want from this world -but you can fight for what you've already gotten and bargain for the rest.
You will find that priorities have not changed, only your perception of them.
Ask yourself why you're alive -is it merely because up to this point you have not succumbed to violence or disease -or is there something more that you want from this world?
I wonder if any of us understands the idea of "all or nothing" anymore.
We have these phrases, "clean living" and "an honorable death" -but life is anything but clean if you're actually living it -and death isn't so much honorable as inevitable.
Stop wishing that you could get what you deserve -until and unless you know cosmic currency, it might be more prudent to merely wish for what you want and be pleasantly surprised if you get it. You can't really guarantee that it would be a pleasant surprise to get what you deserve.
Why does man insist on proclaiming his insignificance to the rest of the world? A man's body might be smaller inasmuch as the span of time it occupies on this planet -but the power of his mind is vastly more far-reaching. It was man who built ships to cross seas, planes to traverse the air and automobiles to move over long stretches of land. A truly insignificant race would have simply been content to remain in the dirt.
We don't really want what we can't have -we're just generally too lazy, too stupid or too scared to try again.
Have you ever sat and watched a stranger for at least 2 hours? If you haven't, you should. You might learn something.
I wonder if people understand that in order to have Utopia, we'd have to kill a hell of a lot of people. There's something about that particular foundation that makes me mistrust the structure standing upon it.
In taxicabs the wet wheels howl like wolves on concrete tundra -the thrill of the hunt moves through me and I cease to shiver.

12/22/2007

Author's Note: Randomness from a digital recorder on a late night drive home in a city that I feel more removed from every day...

Posted on 12/22/2007
Copyright © 2024 Therese Elaine

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 12/22/07 at 08:23 AM

Fascinating thoughts framed by sound and feeling as the cab moves through a city, with a sense of alienation. I love especially the part about the "mind" of man and his not just staying in the "dirt". It is an amazing thing that this has happened. And also as you feel-- intensely disturbing, that other side of man that needs to destroy in order to create what he conceives to be "utopia". The atmosphere and thought here on this ride--gripping.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 12/22/07 at 08:19 PM

A very 'in your face' challenge to live life to its fullest. "the wet wheels howl like wolves on concrete tundra " - a brilliant phrase.

Posted by Tom Goss on 07/17/10 at 05:24 PM

Entirely awesome. I'm speechless.

Posted by Paul Lastovica on 01/24/11 at 08:51 PM

how did i manage to over look this? i want to place a fat / sustained synth chord behind this, pepper in a minimal beat. It takes hundreds of billions of claims of insignificance before a generation rises above the noise to advance society up another rung or two. As for Utopia, I wouldn't want to live there long, maybe visit every so often.

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