the summer of the wham-o!

it was a sunny summer day...we were throwing the frisbee around, dreaming of better things...we were speaking of true existence..."i don't know why i am running around this place"..."of course you don't, this place doesn't exist", i thought as the red spiral flew back and forth... i remembered sitting in advanced placement history, my favourite class...but even there, something was missing...i would stare out of the window, up towards the hi-way and wish i was there, going, moving, traveling...anywhere but here...inside, the talk was about taft getting stuck in a bathtub, and churchill meeting roosevelt in his birthday suit...what was real to me was the road...the endless movement, away from desks with their obscene captions carved in ivory...and i thought back to frisbee throwing afternoons...with my good and trusted friend...telling me it is all about the flotation, about letting it all disappear into the blue sky...about listening to the allman brothers on a saturday afternoon...i understood...i believed...and as i glanced one more time at the saucer...it read, "let yourself go"...damn the answer was everywhere...even on that cheap piece of plastic...