Slow Car Poems

In buses, on bikes, as passengers in Ubers
Faces blur and deeds collide.
Sprint down streets, stuck behind the slow,
always in passing I see stories unfold.
Quick check...

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This is when the old and the young,
beasts and confraternal drunks
damn the consequences of death
lying porous on crossroads upon
bifurcated paths, fractured junctions
and ceremonial cul-de-sacs...

The time...

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When you're in a rush almost every light is red
Part of the problem is not wanting to get out of bed
Fooling around and doing everything...

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Race Car
The driver is one with the machine.
Every turn on asphalt would be tires burning.
A V8 with horse power, the car flies down the road.
Turn...

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If I was meant to fly 
I'd have feathers and wings.
For being naked, no lift-off brings.
Instead I try to use sticks, feathers, paper and strings,
like...

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When traffic is flowing at eighty,
that pedal had better get weighty.
And in case you don’t know
it's unsafe to go slow,
so get in the right lane...

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When you're on a busy road, driving fast your car,
be within speed limit, cautiously look near and far.
Bikers and pedestrians maybe slow, crossing the road,
let...

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The big green ones are everywhere,
next exit in half-a-mile,
they seem almost reassuring,
all done up in the same style.
Then smaller ones bordered in blue,
with promises of...

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Watch how you go
As you rush home from work
The speed of your ride
Spawning dangers to lurk

The curve of the bend
As you screech to your goal
The...

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                a flock of geese honks
    ...

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In a bright yellow, the big bus stands still,
Its lights flash a warning, a sign of care.
Giggles and waves from tiny hands inside,
A moment to...

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When we planned our road trip we set up with Budget 
that a Toyota Corolla would be waiting for us in Seattle
but after standing in...

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I’m waiting for my mom to move.
She puts the car into drive. 
My car had airbags.
The ones she grew up with didn’t.
Huh.
My mom is driving,
I...

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Following the yellow brick road is the only
A way for me to go
I will take it slow to watch the show
I don't know if this...

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It’s hard to get from A to B
If you are in a car,
Although I guess it could depend,
Of course, on where you are.

In New York’s...

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