Fifth moon of the year of the horse,
and there was this spider
I watched it
splunker
across the back of the red
naugahyde seat.
Was the spider
moving at the same speed as the taxi?
No, of course not.
There's a law of relativity for that.
But a law that is relative?
How strange.
People are starting to wonder now
if Einstein really came up
with all that cool stuff
in 1905,
or did he "borrow" this reasoning
from his wife - a polytechnic wizard?
There could have been a family problem,
because shortly thereafter, Mr. E
left his wife (with children)
to seek his fame among greater circles.
All she got was Nobel Prize money
sent as alimony. Hmm...
And there is that persistant little spider
behind the red seat
right there in front of me.
The fat pad of a hand - the taxi driver's
lingers harrowingly over it,
unaware of it's presence.
I glance up into the rear view mirror,
and see two slitted eyes,
puffed from exaustion,
drifting ever so close to sleep
as we both speed together at 70km
down crowded narrow streets.
"Can he do it?" I ask myself.
"Really drive with his eyes closed?"
And dozens of pedestrians scatter
out of the way
to somewhere faster
along their day.
He must be coming down
from thirty-six hours of crystal meth
which ambitious drivers
use to stay awake.
More fares. More money. More.
We all want so much more.
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