Stuff a beep down your engine

Nobody pays close enough attention to the road, anymore. And no, I'm not talking about all the reckless driving car crashing traffic creating madness in Manila. And no, I'm not the least bit interested in complaining about the traffic created in Manila (bet you've never heard that before) I sunk into my thoughts, at around 6:43 last night, and nobody figured it was a nice little escape, other than the overgrown weeds on the other side of the windowshield.

Nobody pays close enough attention to the curve of the highways, or the way the night is hardly black (making all those "black as the night sky" poetry nothing more than a bunch of pretty words), it's a velvety sort of navy blue..with a little bit of grey, for fuzz; the kind of fuzz you get on your televisions when the signal refuses to give way for Oprah's Favorite Things. It's a kind of color that nobody's coined a phrase, to..just because nobody's found a way to manufacture it into a Crayola box.

Sometimes I think that I can dematerialize through the dashboard, and find a way to grab a piece of that fuzzy blue, using a streetlight for a springboard. Other times, I like to think that we'd all roll our windows down and talk about that new mall strip or coffee place down by the river, for a while, if the roads weren't so wide and the hours weren't so taxing.