Monday, June 9, 2008

OC Transpo

Some people saunter through the Glebe in Ottawa like it's the O.C. This just in: It's not Orange County. St.Laurent is not Queens. Kanata is not the Bronx. Nepean is not Staten Island. When you're driving down the road singing to yourself "..out on the road today, I saw a deadhead sticker on a cadillac. A little voice inside my head said don't look back, you can never look back.." You can pretend to be Don Johnson, singing Don Henley, Smoking Pal Malls, Peering past the horizon like it's Arizona - but it's not. It's a small pond more like a puddle and once you can come to accept that the closer you are to enjoying nature.
I am talking to the dog walking hot pink lacoste shirt hawaiin short flip flop wearing blackberry doodling dingo-bat that begs the question where are we when it's clear beyond a shadow of a doubt. I am talking to the microphone toting "I need my personal space" Grocery shopping cell phone chatting email checking hard hat of a head who needs to mainline in to the heart and stop showing off for his boys.This is for the single mother of two who texts me at midnight while i ooze into my slumber and then back out to text back that no, I won't be sloshing it up on the town. In fact, I'm just rambling and these are just the passing colors in the kaleidescope of my thoughts and I dedicate this one to Elizabeth since the topic is at her request. Blog about it she said. So I did. and there you have it. It's the big fish in the small creek that jump high and mighty and yet the folks who are headed for cottage country have got it straight.
Those of you with too much equipment talkin' totin' smokin' and catching coochie on the sly are up for a thrill but not in for a treat. It's all for display and at the end of the day the empty abyss that you awaits you near the sleep that doesn't come does not involve me. I can only wish you a welcome mat wehn the master comes to town and sets up a door. May you know what it is, may the Golden City no longer elude you by your own hide-and-go-seek tomfoolery.
Within is not without but without is definitely not within. hiding inside this secret is a very simple solid gold key that clicks open a diamond mine in the psyche. I myself am a fan of crystal - mineral salt of the earth that can be found with a diligent desire to be that which stops looks and listens up down and around to peace later. but now.

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