Belligerent Poetry

Sitting above Sorrento

hating cars and their smell
yet knowing had i one
the urge to drive would overwhelm
until not mindful of hikers on the roadside
i'd roar past going fast fast fast
till at last i was away
from the places where there are
always people near me
always someone watching
someone waiting someone clocking
as if if they listen
soon i'll do all the talking
little knowing how i cherish
these hours of quiet
while still being paid
for teaching my own language.

-5.27.03