Seen on my walk – a delivery truck
Was being unloaded. One box
Was plunked on the ground; some may be out of luck
For its eggs might have suffered some shocks.
Another block on, there was parked on the street,
With a fender that suffered a wham!
A new pick-up truck named, just to make it complete,
In big letters, you guessed it – a RAM!
Saw three pickleball games and a guy with green hair –
Just a typical 6 a.m. sight.
In the city, no matter the time, you’ll be where
Something’s sure to surprise or delight.
.
go 'head baby doll
whilst pluck
i
out uh tune fer yuh
go 'head luvah
whilst i strum
his fender
ol'
and you dip
go 'head girl
mine muse
fuzzy flower
mine attention
constant
bailar bella
It could be mistaken for a shopping list,
or a set of instructions
for assembling a bookshelf,
but you had to go and call it a poem!
Eventually you learn
by the daily application of ignorance and error,
to ride a poem as if it were a unicycle
even so, the larger the wheel
the greater the chance
of a slow-motion fender-bender.
Unless you want to be metaphorically crucified
or theoretically burnt at a stake
for God’s sake don’t give this thing that you do
any kind of definitive name.
Hinged or unhinged they are most often
just thoughts squiggling up to a surface
like worms after a heavy rain,
simply deconstructed word-worms,
but that’s okay
you already said that,
so now you can look cool
and kind of a deep thinker.
I picked up eclipse glasses, crumpled on the street
It caused the pause reflection brings when unlike minds should meet
With no regard we oft discard the fashion of the day
No cosmologic mirror, we hasten on our way
Same time the rhyme that is the pond, ornithologic splendor
Graced the sky there in my eye, sweet nature as its sender
Earlier a chance encounter prompted thoughts of scale
As I dodged a mounted fender fellow and lived to tell the tale
Perhaps because the Universe expands beyond our ken
We can't escape the breakneck pace that plagues the mass of men
I'm thankful now, at this remove, I did not join the glass
And stopped to think… and it's the key… to not let this thought pass
UP, and away I go, Hello Mexico!
It's my annual Vacation.
Those Frequent Flyer miles sure saved my Cash,
Except from Thirst and Starvation!
Round ended, Well blended, Senoritas,
There'd be no Fender I'd pass!
Mary Jane and Three more Margaritas,
AAH! It's Splendor in the Grass!
hello brother,
irish hearing of translations
in american creole we leave, ears are not left nor right
they perk and grass talls to a tickling memory for running up to the hairs of trigger
trigger is limber and frequiently as december
bestow herselfish visits when attendants of time
dare not his fender
his fender glides in names as thumper
neither care to scamper yet both shall parent springs
It was December twenty-fourth
when Rudolf went on a bender.
This red-nosed hero from the north,
a lousy driver, drink did render.
He went out on a tear
and rammed into Blitzen's fender.
Santa was in despair
Rudy broke his leg, needed a public defender.
Rudolf's gal said she'd guide the sleigh,
though she was another gender.
Now, Saint Nick was on his way,
when Rudolf, he did lend her.
We cannot take passengers mice cautioned me
But the blue spotted frog was desperate you see
Hang on to the fender, I told him in the kindest way
Thanks for the ride! He said. You have made my day!
A miniature chickadee swooped down from her perch.
We are delivering groceries! Yelled out the grouchy mouse Berch.
It is okay, I told him as long as we get it all delivered today.
We picked up six more passengers before the end of the day.
We were all on a turquoise moped on Interstate 635.
Mr. P.U. Fancy Pants Panda of course, got to drive.
He is arrogant, and thus is always the boss.
This was stated firmly by my pal Ross
Ross cannot drive, he is way too nervous and tall.
His hooves also land on both pedals, no help at all.
Meerkat is hanging on the fender by his tippy toes.
Snowy owl is getting exhaust fumes up his delicate nose.
Wait! Someone said, doesn’t an owl have a beak?
This made panda angry, he had given no one permission to speak.
Quite a day on the road with the gang who escaped from Michigan.
If you call me up on the phone, I can tell you this whole story again.
Pounding each key
like a Fender Rhodes
the computer bent and wailed
Bits and bytes
of encrypted language
messages derailed
Memory freezes
last chance rebooted
restart zero-sum
The riff uncapped
its printout fading
—typeface on the run
(The New Room: 8/6/2023)
He ventured from
the wooded square acred forest that remained
in search of food and a companion or two,
there was neither;
down along the rows of $600, 000 homes,
5000 square foot monoliths for two and a child
fenced in against the surrounding world,
traveling along, alone on a desolate
macadam paved roads
and the concrete stepping stones
that ached
in the touch on his swollen hooves;
it was the three o'clock hour
the darkness surrounding the early morning hours,
no traffic sounded on the pavement,
he stepped cautiously listening
straining to reach the other side
as the car reared its fender against him
it raced away pushing him to the curb
where he lay slowly dying
stretching his life into extinction
lost to the progress of mankind.
I went to a museum Saturday
enjoying art with daughter, friend, and wife.
It was our daughter's 30th birthday-
a lovely way to celebrate her life!
Then clouds descended on our afternoon.
Discovering, returning to my car
some driver turned the corner far too soon
and mashed my fender, leaving a black scar.
But, lest the hit-and-run scar irritate,
two witnesses displaying kindness, wrote
the color, model, make, and license plate,
and left it on my windshield as a note.
Discouraged by one driver's thoughtlessness
Encouraged by two witnesses' largesse.
written 3 Apr 2023
Delighted in sight
Breathing the night
Movement in flight
Come on with it
This isn't that
Not quite right, what is it?
That that's diabolical
I'm fortunate Angelic
Endeavor and Fender
Demons devoured heavily
3/3/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2o23
I am Eisenhower builds the
Interstate highway.
I am polio vaccine that
Saves the day.
I am the energy of civil
Rights.
I am the first transcontinental
Flight.
I am the Rosenbergs guilty they
Get the death sentence.
I am Elvis rocking,
You can feel his presence.
I am a disc-jockey who terms
The word rock n roll.
I am NASA created, can we get
A drum roll.
I am the baby-boom era at
It's peak.
I am Rosa Parks not giving up
Her seat.
I am the first episode of leave
It to beaver.
I am the TV remote control
Receiver.
I am the first passenger jet
Airline.
I am Winston Churchill when
He resigns.
I am Barbie and the hula
Hoop.
I am DNA discovered the
Double-helix loop.
I am the first credit card
And solar-cell.
I am super-glue and the
Birth-control pill.
I am the new rhythm
And blues.
I am Elvis in Blue suede
Shoes.
I am a fender electric
Guitar on scene.
I am Chuck Berry and
Maybellene.
Turbo1904
The police made John jog his memory
“Was the car actually a Camry?”
John delayed, then got free cigarette
Of a brand prized above his Lovette.
And he didn’t hear his voice drop “Yes...”
Before a second thought’s “More or less.”
“Heh! You’ve got my Benson ’n’ Hedges;
Quit building round your answers hedges?”
“Actually, Cop, an off-white Nissan
With blood stains that still give me concern”
“So, then it’d made you touch its Fender
For which, now, you need Good Defender”
“You’ve guessed I’m not A Real Offender”
“Also guessed, for now, The Offender”
“Means I should hate Law of Evidence”
“...Also, your Forgetful Imprudence”
“Hope this won’t be reaching the BBC?”
“Sorry, She minds what blokes hear and see!”.
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