Phillip Garcia Poet Sonnet

Notes About The Poem

Credit to Isaac Brock for his song "Out of Gas" from which I derived this concept.

Driving Through Jungles Under the Mars Sea

Immodest mouse (though sheepishly I drive):
Cheese-poof ambition traps shred Plexiglas; 
Life’s tint is circus; freaks pedaling thrive;
My spinner’s stopped, feline-stripped out of gas.

Cradled in moon’s ambitious pseudo-shine,
Not that I could, see I’ve nowhere to go;
Clawed dizzy by stars she hangs as a shrine,
Marathons end; unfinished lines won’t glow.

Out of fuel.  Out of road.  Locked out of car,
Stained trips on oil-leaks cadaverous spilt;
Climbing the gallows I’ll soon be a star,
Thumb-tacked eternal; pierce sharp lunar guilt.

As I ascend, I wink once at the moon
 Just to remind her - she’ll come down real soon.

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Deborah Burch February 18, 2017 at 11:33 AM Phillip!! What a wonderful broken poem!! Even the way you've composed it...and the metaphors lol!!! "... feline stripped out of gas" !! ;) clever this is!! And the pain of regrets... you've penned well. Big Hugggs. Deb Phillip Garcia February 18, 2017 at 11:45 AM Thank you! This is what happens when you're looking at 3 incomplete sonnets on your desk and have the wrong tune in your headphones.

Joseph May February 16, 2017 at 6:00 PM Hope your GPS was working, to navigate this celestial journey..Very creative write Phillip Garcia February 18, 2017 at 11:43 AM The GPS has been out of commission for some time, my friend. :)

Darren White February 16, 2017 at 12:46 PM Wow. This is one special poem! Funny in a desperate way. Incredibly good and inventive. Faving this. Darren White February 19, 2017 at 8:44 AM yeah, you did indeed... AND the second part is true too. There are sometimes poems I deliberately write like this, for several reasons. Normally I seem to be quite obvious Phillip Garcia February 16, 2017 at 12:53 PM You know how I just said I sometimes look back and say "what the hell were you saying here?" - this isn't one of those - this is a "Why can't you just say what you wanna say without being a weirdo about it? ". But I guess it wouldn't be as much fun just to say it normal, would it?

Sunlite Wanter February 16, 2017 at 11:58 AM Intriguing title, intriguing poetry.