Driving In the Rain
My car is really a boat.
I've tightened down the main mast,
And I'm swabbing the deck,
Staring at the plank,
Contemplating who to push.
In dreams, boats symbolize the body
As water does for life.
If my body carries a soul
And my boat skims across the water,
Shoving puddles aside and soaking
Nearby walkers,
I MUST LAUGH
Or I will falter and sink
Into the muck
Like those who have not earned their right
To drive.
Please
Do not bury me among the pompous
Ocean of faces,
Just because I laugh
At everything.
I remember walking among the sprayed
Sidewalks of Mastic Beach,
Laughing at myself
As no one was there
To laugh at me,
And since I know
How to laugh at myself,
I think I have earned the right
To laugh at you!
And if God can have a dark sense
Of humor,
Then so can I.
: )
Copyright © Mike Frampton | Year Posted 2010
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