do a little dance

riding along aeroplane of the pavement coasting by curve here turn there i pulled in heavy to a stop light. the guy in the cadidorner to mine was rocking out. i coulnd't hear what he was listening to but i but he was all faliling arms and bangs on the steering wheel shoulders moving independent of each other head knocking back in forth in rhythm. he was making bongos of the steering column.

there are few things in life that give me as much pleasure as seeing someone get down to the music in their car, but this guy was the princess bride of booggiers. i've never seen anyone in such harmony with the music they were listening to. i thought of coastergirl. dancing across the bedspread laying on her floor to subtereanean homesick blues i thought of the wolfie dance lyrical and sweet all movements graceful and bouncy alive anf free floating in and out of this world bounding backwards forward from the other worlds ahead of us behind us shining light on all of us. joy never looked so alive. flowers never smelled so good. sugar never tasted as sweet as her on a bedspread scattered across a floor moving her hips goofy grin plastered on her face arms to and fro it was all so perfect then. and alive.

so here i was, watching movement in a car, thinking of life and how seet it could be, how blue the sky could be and i felt myself shudder. i felt my body go limp for a moment in lust for living. i want to see them all live. every one everywhere lining the streets dancing to bad acid jazz or top 40 hip hop arms in the air moving free making bongos of their steering columns.

he had two stickers on his car. the first read: "rome did not build a great empire by having meetings, they built it by killing all those who opposed them."

the second one read: "you! out of the gene pool!"

i sat thinking about the stickers for a a few minutes wondering if he was driving his sister's car (she was a punk rock girl) or his brothers (he was a redneck obsessed with high school football) because his movements were so divinly human so carefully exact and precisely uncalculated i couldn't understand why someone who could join the world of music and link themselves so perfectly could have statements joke or no joke made of anything but complete love.

i have to admit i laughed at the stickers. they were funny. and maybe that was the point. that it didn't matter if what he said was what he believed or not just that he made people laugh, people smile for a few seconds then roll on. maybe he understood that you're not going to change someon'es life with your bumper stickers, but you might just change their day.

he certainly changed mine.

as i was pulling into the parking lot at home i started thinking about walking the down the street randomly pointing across the crowd to a random fat joe and shouting "you! give me a hug." then to old lady sally "just one hug...plleeeaaase?" and so one random and orderless in the way i moved dolling hugs out to the ugly girls the old men the tough guys the sweet little tarts with too much make up on.

i started thinking about hugs. quantum physically when a hug is given there is great evidence (i say it in this phrasing because in quantum physics nothing is KNOWN in the way that other "sciences" know things) to suggest that their is a massive exchange of subatomic particles. an exchange of electricty. you feel how alive i am, let me put it into you, you can put your life into me.

you can put your life into me anytime, world. i will always have my arms open.

2002-11-17 | 3:28 p.m.
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