holiday.

ANTONIN KRATOCHVIL

along for the ride.

inside.
seats warm.
i sit beside myself.
waiting for my turn to go.

patient as things change.

this passion red.
my envy green.
our common ground, yellow.

we ride.
and i watch you.
focused on the future.
gaze dead ahead.
i look for some signal in your eyes.
for your mood to shift.
for something ive said to automatically stick.

all air.
flowing in.
between us.
these four doors leave us nothing to console.
so we let the radio do our dirty work.
and tune out the sounds of our hearts.
beating through the dash.







this man.
made in america.
a well oiled machine.
lead foot.
heavy brow.
strong chin.
always to the left of me.

he's stalling for something.
he's idle
not confused.
and me.
neutral with my emotions.
leave no other roads to choose.

mile after mile.
we travel.
treads wearing thin.
neither knowing where this journey started.
or for that matter.
where it will end.

but im in.
and we ride.
smooth and quiet.
his hands control the cruise.
rearview is 20/20.
and ive got nothing else to lose.

look whose talkin too.

all this rain leaves nothing else to do.
gotta start static.
where static is due.

something for nothing.
only leads to tricks for free.
and the way that i see things lately.
there's nothing wrong with that to me.

under all these equations.
after downing solutions
and judging figures.
were all simple factors.
to the illusion.
a parabola of lies.
giving me the bends.

they think they know.
but they have no idea.
every fiber of being was created to ruin
the best of the best.
its the nature of my beast.

carve them up.
swallow them whole.
leave their families nothing to console.

and its the worst of the worst.
that usually tends.
to gravitate.
to me.
and i to them.
creating nonsense.
and tension.
and whispers.
like wind.

so turn on the weather.
and whether the storm.
is comin or goin.
i'll be dead first in line.

killing time.
and crushing dreams.

filling this city with gossip.
till it burst at the seams.

and there begging.
and needy.
for something to hate.
or someone to love.
a way to relate.
or to disassociate.

stray from the norm.
is the popular vote.
and being original.
has become cut throat.

you've gotta hold on to your genre.
and let go of your truth.

tell them whats happening next.
sneak preview.
take two.

feed the rich.
rob the poor.
be predictable and lazy.
and they'll bang down your front door.

swear on your mother.
then kiss her on the mouth.

give em all nothing to talk about.
and its you.
they'll think about.

everything eventual.

you've got some nerve.
i never knew.

these words seem all too real.
all too soon.

all this reality.
infiltrating the inevitable.

out of time.
out of all the things i thought.
this has been the constant.

after all the confusion.
and congestion.
Confucius says,
its over.
and I do too.


and it is.
and this is new.
and all this old news.
lines heads on the floor.

all those friends we thought we had.
we dont know anymore.

and its for the better.
this is for the best.

for so long i feared what would happen
if.
and then if became
is.
and is
is now.
and now is here.
and this is now.

and wow.

its amazing.
and tricky.
and necessary.

were growing up by the hour.
and changing with ever turn.
thought we were teaching.
but we were unwilling to learn.

im ready.
and able.
and willing.
and unstable.

all this angst.
and animosity.
as turned it to fuel.
and prosperity.

suited up.
and dressed to kill.
im taking full advantage.

and i hope that you will.