As I drove
Into the parking lot
Of the skate park
I saw the charred remains
Of a burned out Jeep
Torched down to the bare bones
Flaked paint and shattered glass
Covered the ground around its outside
Like an oily tie-dyed junkyard roadway
It sparkled in the first rays of light
Its skeleton steel frame
Was all that was left
A fate Galileo could’ve encountered himself
If he continued
Going against the status quo
For
The status quo
Is almost always right in their own minds
Never wrong
They ever could be
And at all times
Certainly concerned with where they fit in
To the ladder leading to their own believed greatness
Kings, some believe they’ve become
Yes
I’ve seen many who thought they were royalty
Come and go in this game of skate
In time their bodies betray them
Their eyes become wide with shock
When their worshipers no longer worship them
They’ve moved on to a new god
And
The self-proclaimed kings
Never realized their kingdom was merely geographic
In nature
And that once
Oh so big world of theirs
Now has boundaries that are shrinking
As I rest on the curb
I ponder all of these things and more
I look out at a discarded diaper
Ten feet from a garbage can
Flies swarm its outside
Oh how we’ve evolved!!!
Darwin might theorize today
We’ve started to trek backwards
Soon we’ll be walking on all fours
Two dragonflies fly into one another
Above me
Like two knights jousting
For a roaring crowd’s approval
Yet, I’m no crowd
I’m just one
But they still put up a noble fight indeed
Clashing in sound
Like a whispering wing beating orchestra
Playing some
Harry Partch microtonal musical masterpiece
Most would not hear them at all
Over the noise of the city
But I hear them
And watch
Till they fade into the distance
