Best Windshields Poems

Quicksand caught generation epoch,
restless whirring of a drill in the dust.
Zenith of color shifts saturation to none,
black and white film on video cassette.
Ensnared in a cage lowering to molten,
hourglass is losing sand to run dry.
Eyes fixate to the sunny horizon,
flicker dims as monsters crawl,
from beneath...

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I would 
Wish you 
The worst 

But yours 
Came true 
First 

Feels like 
That red light 
Gets longer every day 

Though I can’t 
Help but stare 
At the place I last kissed you 

Counting 
The cars 
In the driveway 

Making note 
Of the purple bike...

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