Red car
Red light
Bomb blast
Dream past
Soulless
Heartless
Crime chime
Pain bane
While some are content
to go with the flow
others are compelled to speed up
and overtake wherever they go
perhaps it's a challenge
to the aforementioned latter
altho' not a contest
something's the matter
as how much earlier
do they think they'll arrive
by constantly changing lanes
whenever they drive
or do they feel a need for their car
to be ahead of the pack
rather than stay in their place
at the traffic's far back
whomever they are
something's wrong in the head
for with such mad driving
the sooner they'll end up dead
Stay off the roads today
Grandma's managed to find the car keys
~ She snuck out mid nap !
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The death of agony
Seeing clearly
The bright-eyed dawn
And hearing its song
Last tears of melancholy
The bridge across
The churning muddy waters
Hugs from both my daughters
On the other side
Where they cross'd
The last breath of my broken body
The mangled car, the wailing sirens
Peering down the blue
From floating cloud islands
My old life fades from view
There's a meadow in my heart
Where in dream we take part
In lover's rendezvous
Sitting ‘midst the blowing flowers
Laughing through the night's fleeting hours
Watching the sunrise from so high a view
Feeling the warmth when my arms
Are around you
When you awake
And I, glimmers of fading dream
Back to the silent lake
Flows the babbling stream
But upon the eve’s tide
When Its banks overflow
We’ll walk side by side
In our flowered meadow
And on those nights the moon sails beyond our stars
And we miss that little kindly space that was all ours
keep thy golden aire and don’t be blue
I'm in the clouds above you
Just out of view
Compensation is given only as much
as the market price decides;
even if a lifetime has passed,
mixing blood and sweat into the soil
to build a home or a field—
the value of blood, the value of sweat
is not determined,
there is no price for them in the market.
Compensation is not given even for the nests
hanging on the trees, for the broken
eggs, for the dying newborn birds
either; the lush green grass
that is life for some creatures,
some shelters that lie
beneath the clusters of trees—
but compensation
for them too is not given.
The winds too receive no compensation;
wind, water, and life have no rights—
these are for the sake of the country,
whose true meaning the capitalists understand.
They have the right
to buy all shelters
for just one rupee.
Compensation will be borne by the country;
the country has no right
to take the full price.
Whatever was given to whomever,
even that much is fixed for them;
the rest is their right—
those whose names it is not my right to take.
in the land of northeast west Gable
a wily witch name of Mable
pushed away from her dinner table
annoyed by a red car on a cable
she thought these sky cars were a mere fable
had this one come from the wizard’s stable?
did it come begrudgingly, or was it willing and able?
staring it down, she appreciated its pretty label.
A skid in the road
A violent left turn
A tragedy to behold
While my wheels burn
Glass everywhere
A cut in my lip
Drivers rubberneck the affair
And I broke my hip
Blood on the dashboard
Bruises on my head
A couple of broken teeth
Months of pharmacy meds
Tubes in my belly
A catheter down below
The wounds are a bit smelly
And they’re healing mighty slow
I learned to walk again
And I bought a new jeep
I would’ve never been a crash dummy
If the other driver didn’t fall asleep
Show me just how you drive that truck.
Is it real fast or do you take your time?
As they say in the sticks let’s get stuck.
I’m looking for you to feel my rhyme,
let’s play with experimental chemistry.
All that combustion could be sublime.
It’s impossible to let the elements be,
when they are determined to connect.
The periodic table covers you and me.
Overheated now leave me, I’m wrecked.
Shouldn’t have left the motor unchecked.
From lights and stilts
the hat tips down
an adoring voice
welcomes the crowd
From end to end the tent fills with laughter
and every second there's a passing actor
from the car you drove in residing inside
the make up covers your face and tears in your eyes
you'd never thought you'd be here
you'd never thought to try
but in the end at the circus
the tight rope you walk on
was not held so high
so keep your chin up
and raise your fist
honk your horn
and balance on your wrist
for this is the show
and you are the clown
and the only fool that is here
is the crowd left profound
“Sedation”
by Positive Mark
Deep, still blue.
Rage from the Peekskills, now caged from his street skills, with the vantage point of a gargoyle heart of stone.
The streets should be mine, but there’s always other stragglers.
Used to be streets. Now, it’s backroads, chasing antlers.
Conjuring faces of the fallen. Wondering from what damned direction I’ma hear our sins calling.
Freeing the spirit with acts that defile matter.
Forever shaking the salt from the blood splatter.
Heart with a hard on for that incense carbon smoke.
Fix me up a bump, and I damn sure better choke.
Point me to the spot where them cats is on dippers.
Scroll down on Backpage for Baltimore strippers.
Five day admission, and back to the medication.
Deep, still blue.
Drenched in darkness for sedation.
my husband drives an old man’s car
he’s an old man, so it makes sense now
but he always did drive an old man’s car
even when he was a teenager
He traded in a gorgeous 442 muscle car when he was eighteen
for a plod duffer than would have suited any ninety-two-year-old
I could never figure this out
why drive an old man’s car at eighteen?
Because it is comfortable, he told me.
WHAT I LOVE - First Rispetto
Upon a perusal of things that I love
An elemental truth I have come upon
There’s nothing beautiful, below or above
Not connected in some way to a person
Life is about people, whether gent or femme
The scent of my love or a poetic gem
Even nature means nothing if you can’t share
The beauty with somebody for whom you care
WHAT I HATE - Second Rispetto
Upon introspection of that which I hate
Another splinter has been lodged in my mind
There is nothing that I loathe, early or late
That exists outside the scope of all mankind
All is connected to a broad or a bloke
Pounding music from a car, second-hand smoke
The ticking clock because it’s a reminder
I’ll soon be a thing, not someone to hold her
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Memory Of Youth
talking to my car
window time never closes
runs on a breath in my kiss
memory of youth's
the miles between roads frozen
— bye the tunes of Delilah
Note: Delilah is (or used to be) a radio station I once listened to.
Celebrating in my brand new car
But sadly, I didn't get too far
Judge wailed quick as a wink
Express mailed to the clink
My rum ass parked my car "in" the bar
I open the door
I hop in my aston martin db5
the engine is loud
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