Car is warm,
A womb in motion,
music soothes and thoughts are free.
Trees awaken, colored with subtle soul
as the sun makes promise of
life beyond language and symbol.
Some fearing, others not hearing the promise
drive deaf and blinded
to be birthed
into dry antiseptic halls of commerce
where demands of ambitions
are conscience.
There, possibilities of the unformed day
are neutered and boxed into social context,
the collected talent of the interdependent order
reduced to brain-sweat chasing
the German iron
the vacation home
the big screen TV
and the power and prestige of position.
The propaganda of their interplay
modulated through taut throated smiles
contorts reality that the rewards of their genius
amount to only so much soma.
Steve Lucchesi is a technology manager in Silicon Valley California. He enjoys writing poetry and short fiction and hopes to spend more time writing, now that his two daughters are grown.
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5 Responses to “ON THE DRIVE INTO WORK IN SILICON VALLEY • by Steve Lucchesi”
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August 8th, 2009 at 2:48 am
Kind of a modern day take on an old theme. Nice job, Steve.
August 8th, 2009 at 7:46 am
Sounds like a wonderful life far away in california, “thoughts are free, …”subtle soul” on the drive to work, a job which is more interesting than that of a punchpress operator, everything money could buy, prestige among others in the community – and the halls are kept antiseptic too! Does everyone in California have that? Is there a minimum wage for the keeper of antisepsis of the halls?
August 8th, 2009 at 9:45 pm
Do you drive “over the hill” to San Jose, Steve? I kept thinking of Hwy. 17. Very nice poem.
August 12th, 2009 at 2:06 pm
Sharon – the commute is just surface streets, between Palo Alto and Sunnyvale…thanks for your kind words, and thank you to Amy and Roberta for your comments as well.
March 19th, 2010 at 3:04 pm
Nice poem, Steve. I just found it today. It sounds like you need a better life…