Best Asleep At The Wheel Poems
Falling Asleep At the WheelHave had this beard since 1962
Without it would sure be unsightly
Have a severe case of sleep apnea
A face mask must fit tightly
To solve it, may have to shave it off
Or I'll lose my right to drive
The danger is falling asleep at the wheel
But my eyes...
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Categories:
asleep at the wheel, angst,
Form:
Narrative
Asleep At the WheelWhile mating, the male often falls asleep at the wheel,
still gripping the female tight,
and there he may sleep for the rest of the day,
and possibly into the night,
but more often than none, he doesn't sleep very long.
The female wakes him with a well placed bite.
This...
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Categories:
asleep at the wheel, animal,
Form:
Rhyme
Asleep At the WheelDrivin' me crazy,
Mind gettin' hazy,
Foot gettin' lazy,
Goin' to see Daisy...
A sight to see,
Daisy and me,
With her Daisy-Duke shorts,
She just attracts all sorts...
But my eyes won't stay open,
My hardest effort at copin'
Ain't gona be enough,
Just ain't got the right stuff...
Lids gettin' heavy,
Hands now unsteady,
I veer off...
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Categories:
asleep at the wheel, allegory, angst, death, imagination,
Form:
Rhyme
Asleep At the WheelNodding off is a big part of my life now
I've reached that magical age
Sit down to watch my most favourite show
And wake up later in a rage
My favourite show, damn well missed it again
Haven't seen it for maybe a year
For all I know they cancelled...
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Categories:
asleep at the wheel, anxiety,
Form:
Rhyme
Asleep At the WheelIt’s evening rush hour on 101
Parched hills burn golden
Hemmed gnarled oaks see no road
Crowded between cars heading home
Smell the sage with windows rolled
God’s garnish perfumes my nose
His acres shrinking like my heart
AC on, car windows are closed
Distant lovers wait while hills burn
My off-ramp...
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Categories:
asleep at the wheel, angst, depression, loneliness, nature,
Form:
Free verse
Asleep at the Wheel
The obscenely convincing,
have arrived in their stealth mobiles.
We are made to unmake-belief,
to regurgitate Saran wrapped words.
Wide-eyed we watch the spreading creep
of windowless thought-factories.
Druids rage for the loss of their tongues.
Magic dragons puff obesely
and cannot now climb their spines.
Combative batmen tussle
with spitting cats.
It all makes no-sense,...
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Categories:
asleep at the wheel, poetry,
Form:
Free verse