i walk the streets of los angeles
peer through moving windows
to see what they are watching
notice their mood body language
they "multi-task" ignoring the responsibility
caught between fingers
i contact the eyes
away from the coffee phone music daydream.
the rolling structure is a second home
a refection of our internal external state of being
it possesses the illusion of power
to those who are willing to fall prey.
i intrude on the lives of others
that pass me at forty miles an hour.
i slow time and take a snap shot of
the driver passenger kid in the back seat
create a caption fitting the mood
and keep the rhythm of my feet synced to my pod.
