As regular readers know, I like to walk places I haven't walked before.
What I don't like is overpasses. And underpasses. And weird turny-roads. And hills that lead to indeterminate destinations.
I ran into all of these this morning walking home in the blazing sun with no sleep from the Folk Fest. I knew where I was. I could see where I wanted to go. And in between those two points...a labyrinthine swirl of bridges, and under- and overpasses. Lanes here, lanes there...it looked like of Dream Theater's Systematic Chaos album cover.
The good news is, I made it successfully.
The other good news is it inspired me to poetry.
I've entitled the following Haiku "Walking From the Muttart to Jasper Avenue On No Sleep Under The Killer Sun."
Hot, Tired, Pissed Off
I wish I were dead right now
Cars speed to oblige
It isn't as powerful translated into English (tired is two syllables, purists). Read in the original language, it looks like this:
Fucking Fuckety Fuck FUCK!
HOLY FUCKING SHIT!