6/04/2009

Mongoose D-40 Saves a Beleagured Soul - Old Repost

Traffic doesn't matter.
*pump*
Heat and humidity do not matter.
*pump*
Gravity does not matter, only rubber and pavement.
*pump*
Work and debt and rent and bills and lapsed 401's and cash in pockets and the price of petrol and financial responsibility do not matter.
*pump*
Whatareyougoingtodowhenyougraduate? and other pressing questions of life importance that normally weigh down like millions of tons of seawater on a decaying galleon, send resumes, network, find a job, entered an uncertain field, should have been a lawyer, eight years on college, never going back to a cubicle, got to schmoose and everything you thought when you finished high school turns out to be a lie. These things to not matter.
*pump*
Tomorrow does not matter.
*pump*
Destinations do not matter.
*pump* sweat matters
Boss doesn't like the haircut but they're probably going to fire him and I'll be stuck with a devil I don't know not a devil I do and I couldn't care as long as they don't make me get a new set of uniforms for the fourth time in a year, doesn't matter.
*pump*
Premature balding doesn't matter.
*pump*
HVAC in the apt never quite works right doesn't matter.
*pump*
Haven't had a full night's sleep in weeks. This doesn't matter.
*pump* Lactic acid matters
Weather doesn't matter.
*pump*
I'm a bad Pagan and I know it. Doesn't matter.
*pump*
Father was a genius that had accomplished more than me by several orders of magnitude at this age, been on the stage before the queen and performed at the Smithsonian when the best I can muster is four hundred head for a Halloween Rocky Horror, does not matter.
*pump* Aerobic breathing matters
Can't give up the past. Doesn't matter.
*pump*
Crooked teeth, no insurance, doesn't matter.
*pump*
No helmet, doesn't matter.
*pump* The next mile matters.
De Jour means something different in English than it does in French but no one seems to realize this.
*pump*
Politics do not matter
*pump*
Not quite the normal kid, never beaten up on the playground but not quite right either, mind like a glockenspiel/kaleidoscope/Henry Miller novel/bad infomercial/ brick wall/ boobytrap/ freight train/ broken toilet/ rococo sculpture/ lollipop/ and something else that escapes right now but be sure it's either pedantic or a complete non sequitur and all the little things that would eat that mind alive if not for fifty one minutes between 5600 Rswl Rd and home, five times a week. Doesn't matter.
*pump*
*pump*
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5 comments:

RawkStahr said...

Wow. Beautifully written. But this scares the crap out of me.

Jennifer said...

Ever noticed how difficult it is to leave a paltry comment after reading something that moves you?

Exceedingly so. Well done.

peony said...

You have fourteen more years to make the Smithsonian (the first time) and sixteen for the second. You will get there, or to whatever "there" you are looking for... "The lovers, the dreamers, and you." Always.

nursemyra said...

I think helmets matter

waldo said...

We're a virus on a speck of dust in a limitless void. Our consciousness matters but only a little.