Omaha DMV
It’s here at the Omaha DMV where souls brood
and quake amongst themselves,
DMV located at the
Hacienda Plaza next to the
Cricket Phone outlet.
Sitting here waiting for a friend of mine
to be done with his paperwork
to avoid jail.
Millions of bland forms and
flimsies flapping crisply on a summer
wind over the prairie voids
to avoid jail.
Child support payment made
car insurance payment (optional
depending on food
situation)
and my oh my isn’t that a bubble
sticking out thinly
tightly from
the bottom of
the
tire?
Imagine the horrors of a
flat and no spare in
bland-blah
west Omaha.
There must be better ways to avoid
jail.
Hmm.
So my friend takes his number,
ten minutes later his
# is called. News
headlines flash across
a silent CNN screen.
Pure fiction and I’m almost
certain even the village
idiot is aware of the
fiction of it. - - he’s ushered
to the back with others
into the mysterious
behind-closed-door portion
of the DMV.
To avoid jail.
I stuff my face and go to the
hospital to avoid
jail?
Fuck all - almost worth it
to sit for a time in the stir.
And I suddenly wonder in
oddball
trance like
or transient
wonder
anyway
if Sylvia Plath were alive, would she
appreciate these or any of my
scribbles. I’m almost certain
she’d hate, despise, loathe
‘em.
No matter, if she was alive today
we’d have time to discuss it
in jail
because jail is better.
Quiet murmur talk rustle-bustle
of applications and forms.
The T.V. screen is blessedly
blank now
and since my friend’s # was pulled
up in the sooner-than-later
I’m hoping to be out of here
sooner than later.
Older middle aged duly poised
out of date couple like
my parents, man in useless
suit or where was he today
that he has to wear such a
thing and wife
next to him white haired
distrusting of the woman behind
the counter
but after they’re seated carry
on a conversation with each,
personal, knowing of
each, true.
All of us are such a mixed
bag.
The past is never mute.
It likes to creep around
the edges and play
a parting volley
but in the end-sake
ceases to
matter as much.
I have all this air around me.
When the sun slants down
filling up the western reach
in blood before down into
twilight where a heightened few
stars sparkle
(and where I reside)
tides are restless
and the world quakes.
Sooner than later I’ll be ushered
away in front of wife and kids
taken to jail anyway
ho-hum blah what of it
as twilight sparks
the lead-summer sky.
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(May 26th, 2013)
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