Bubbles confabulated,
Aquamarine rosary beads,
Steel-blue beams.
Americana scarecrow,
Cherry-red combine.
Lost Highway,
A road to the car dealership,
Back on the interstate.
Campanile, Brookings.
Brick courthouse, marriage license.
Curvy fairytales,
Gluten-free supper,
Phillips Diner.
Sioux Falls railroads,
Sewage floating in the river,
All in view—
On the Cliff Avenue hill,
Of the obsolete penitentiary.
Converged coalescence—
South Dakota State women win March Madness,
A retired federal chief district lesbian judge,
Her hands clapping in the stands of the Premier Center.
I was feeling sad and lonely, but now,
I'm so excited, I just have to say,
my very own car dealership
wished me Happy Valentine's today.
Funny how independence
Can blind lack of choice
The feel of wheels
Silencing the roaring voice
Yellow, plain, drab
But it got me to my destination
Blaring the AM radio
While I chalked my delineation
Finally, graduating my goal
So I got myself a present
I wanted roast duck
But the dealership gave me pheasant
My partner wrecked my present
And took my decision power away
Every body I got was good for a time
Then turned to clay
Finally, free to be me
......WHO'S THAT......
Blindly I walked onto lots
Expecting care and compassion
They just wanted to sell, me,
A body decked in the latest fashion
Upside down, Topsy- Turvy
Became my new way of existence
No wrecks to report
In my system resistance
Finally, my wheels were given back
My name swiped with black ink
All that I tried to build
Now with dirty dishes, in the kitchen sink
I'm left with ME
Without deceit running about
The journey is arduous
But I'm finally finding out
.....I'm worth loving
Written by Trudy Schrader on 11-24-2024
Time to buy a new vehicle , where do I start
The possibilities are endless, the only I know for sure is that alot of money is about to depart
Should I invest in a foreign ride or one from my own country
So many types to choose from,which one might it be
Should I stick to gas, go electric, or maybe a combination of both
Having to decide on a small car good on gas, or perhaps an SUV considering our family's continuing growth
I guess I have to choose a color that would appeal to the whole family
Should I trade the old girl in, or sell it privately
A decision has finally been made, off to the dealership, time to rejoice
With the stroke of a pen and shake of a hand a new vehicle I am about to depart in
As I pull up to my driveway my family awaits, everyone hops in,we go for a spin
A Clerk's Lament
A Clerk's Lament to the question “nine percent sales tax?”
“I'm just 22 and I simply don't care.
What's the point?
I cannot change anything and going nowhere.”
“That'll be one hundred and twenty-three, with change.”
The lessons taught by a Socialist is the individual's voice is lost to the masses,
that inflation comes like an economic abortion when everyone plays now,
and that the only prevailing message is dictated by a fascist.
by Martin Braun
December 29, 2023
Credit of what was taught by a clerk from the parts department of an auto dealership in Sonoma County, California. She hates her own generation.
Why is this... and who poisoned the well?
A doctor is just like a good mechanic but unless your body is broken down, there's no need to panic. Avoid unnecessary trips to a dealership, some diagnostic tests are only a rip. Be an advocate for your own health. You'll save some bucks and add to your wealth. Pay attention to fluids as they hold the key to maintaining the body's integrity. Strive to keep the engine clean, avoid dust and debris and eat mostly green. When feeling sluggish and unable to accelerate, replace those spark plugs, don't just wait. You want the blood to flow free, roto-rooter those arteries. Keep a constant awareness of your gait and just like tires, routinely rotate. Try to maintain an even tread with both your feet until your dead. At 30,60,90, come in for a test but don't tell the doc your mileage, just let him guess.
she said
sleep
i thought
she said
jeep
so i
took her
for a test
drive
and
found
a few
gears
tight so
might
grease
them some
then give
another
hum
but
now i find
her body
paint was
just
cream
so i'm
enjoying
the ride
trying
to decide
should i
or could
i check
another
chassis
no she's
classy
and
i
know my
wheels are
spinning so
why would
i
even
think of
another make
or model since she
is such a take me for a spin
off
the lot
she's a pleasure
to sit in her seat and
take home but not own
I stand outside pacing black bard sitting on lines of grateful destruction,
Photos of lake mass grace me trapped like snow ball cage,
Died as the sky glimmer cold in April,
Looking on dark tosh of the wend,
Hearing plans bleeding the sky envious to is wake,
Dead evergreen bristles fall leaving no sound but echoes of the future,
No sleep stay to dusk smoke a cigarette next to bed springs and garbage,
Walk three thousand meters down Cedar Street, can hear residence of Spanish Trace unflattering me,
Ease in the Ford dealership – feeling warmth and peace of mind the world sometimes is good give sighs of true humanity in the Blix of the small countryside,
Liberty supply the drug I need, empty as the cold heart that it sends by - gracefully I had attain funds for my dirty habits,
Receive my change - a penny more given to me by mistake or through laziness more than less I will not care,
Talk of the world feel as revelations is among us, walking beep in are live the for hours men are ready to wake the beast, God is the true weaker of the new world no man knows the time of true deliverance,
Take the three thousand meters in full silent nest
Air bags not deploying is not very good,
would bring to the dealership if I could,
my imagination,
in station wagon,
job a crash test dummy with flesh and blood.
12-23-16
I
had
planned to
open a Jaguar
car Dealership in
Trafalgar Square; the
planners said "It would put
the cat amongst the pigeons."
Give me the eyes to see beyond the lies in the heart
Show me your clean hands without dirt
show me your hunger for power
That leaves wanjiku in a warm shower
Hold my hand and lead me to the promised land
where the people's voice
Never noise.
Let me have a taste of your 'wisdoms'
That teach abstinence while owning pubs and marketing condoms
show me the power you use to condemn the dark
while you use the dark to run your work
Teach me how to compose your music
The tool you use to fool
Teach me my friend how you get away
without no one blocking your way.
I want to follow your footsteps
Hoping you have no missteps
Teach me how leadership becomes dealership
Gangs and goon-ship
spilling blood of the innocents
Totally insolent
Humans down
sad news in town
Teach me how not to listen
To the cry of a human when bitten.
Above all I want to know
That I am blood and bones from head to toe
Just like you, not different
Teach me what makes you different
If at all you are different
I would like to know.
I am barely living proof that life hurts
I've had a life's worth of pain
And my regrets have been my life's work
Try to write my way through it
But can never find the right words
I just jumble 'em and stumble
Through this tunnel where no lights work
Every day I live sucks
And every single night's worse
Life's a Bentley dealership
I'm living with a tight purse
I finally see it in a plain light
Life's a test we gotta take
And I can't even spell my name right
Because inside of my head
I'm hearing several voices
I'm trying to write an essay
When it's a question of choices
And then of consequences
Always question my decisions
So I'm always on the fences
I will do it if I said it
But more than often, I'll admit
That I'll wish I hadn't meant it
You can prepare for the worst
But that don't mean you can prevent it
My swollen heart, though broke, is hard
And I've learned how to defend it
But there's just those certain blows
That I cannot be hit again with.
I met Elizabeth
during my flirtation with English Literature in 1963.
Another lesbian,
pretty blonde with
soft hands and beautiful legs.
I used to pick up Elizabeth
at the counselling center
where she was trying to be cured.
When the university found her out
they hinged expulsion on her success.
I fell passionately
in love with Elizabeth
with all my post adolescent yearning,
the feel and the look of her.
She allowed me her company
and the freedom to dream.
Her father owned an
automobile dealership in Baltimore.
Well-to-do. I could never meet their expectations.
Part of a disguise for her parents,
she knew I wasn't very good at it.
I followed Elizabeth
doggedly and drove her
where she wanted to go.
When she looked for a job
after she left college,
I drove her from office to office.
An editorial job in a small business magazine,
I was glad when she came out beaming.
Elizabeth had been interviewed by love,
She and the matronly magazine owner
immediately set up housekeeping together.
I could have been a friend to both but I melted.
Elizabeth never wrote me letters.
Dude, guess what?
Yesterday, I got to go through my dad’s dealership
and pick out a sweet ride for my 16th birthday!
It’s a convertible, dude
It’s a hot rod, dude
It’s red, dude
It’s a hot, hot rod
And it’s got chrome-covered wheels!
Wait until the guys get a load of this!
Dude, this weekend, wanna go get drunk?
Ah! Dude! I totally saw my wellness teacher
at the Rush yesterday! She was
benching more than half the football team!
I could totally take her though!
I’m not going to let a woman tell me what to do!
Dude, I better retake the ACT this Saturday
I totally need a 16 to play on the football team
at Northwestern Kentucky State Community College!
Remind me not to drink too much after the game!
And we’re totally gonna smoke Blount County! Huh! Huh! Huh!
Dude, this guy totally looked at me funny
in the bathroom between classes! Man, we gave him the
hugest swirly! You shoulda been there!
Dude, I got practice after school today
but afterwards, you wanna go roll that ***** in Bio class?
Whaddya say?
I swear I was an innocent bystander
when the mirrored metallic hotdog crossed the planes
of surreal and subconcious.
I witnessed the takeoff faster than a time touched
woman in a suburban grocery store
when the last carton of milk with that later date is taken
from the mirrored door, reflecting her greed;
carried away to the late night Bingo games
and trips to the Cadillac dealership
and soon to that comfortable wooden box,
methodically placed in the swiss cheese soil.
We cry out,
the little girls with clay knees and puzzle-touched dresses
we cry out,
the little boys with bloated bellies and sunken eyes.
We cry out,
Red Cross, refugee camps, blood diamonds and Darfur.
Limbs become scattered by
a government tattered with Public Service announcements and our safety is now measured
by a color.
We call out to injustice with our broken generation.
struggling identites with wasted souls and plagued memories
of fallen twins and combustible buses.
We call out to injustice.
Related Poems