Lost in the highway of meaninglessness
Who cares if I just passed the exit 69…,
….to suburban Los Angeles?
Perhaps, I am following a spark
A spark left over from
The ‘Star Trek’ mayhem
Yes! Time flies…
And I can see it from my windshield
Swirling ghostly in the far horizon
And sneering at my car’s model!
Approximately where
There’s a blue hole in the ever greyish sky
Whereas a solo static meteor
Gazes at my dictionary in pain
Searching for the meaning of the word: Shining
In this highway of meaninglessness
I honk!
I honk for all the unseen sparks
Left over or not left over
They are the only things for real
Boooooooogh!
