Gridlock on I-75, it's raining heavy. Up ahead somewhere
a truck has jackknifed. We are down to one lane and not moving.
I switch off the engine and wipers watching the world
dissolve inside a waterfall. I'm not alone, there's a voice in the backseat;
only a deep male voice.
"Man I'm tired of travelling this same stretch of highway" It said clearly.
I stiffened; a cold sweat chilling my mind.
"When did it happen" I said, deducing the perhaps obvious.
"Time don't work the same around here," he replied. I'm in a repeating cycle
and I’ve been stuck here watching it all happening again".
I heard myself saying: "by 'it' I assume you’re watching your death?"
"It's time for me to move on, it said quickly, “traffics moving now,
horns are blasting and there's an oncoming 18 wheeler
hydroplaning behind you -
and you're not watching!”
Categories:
hydroplaning, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Go on break its heart, don't be shy, ask it why
was it said in that way and not another?
Or maybe why the hell you even said that anyway?
A poem enters a boxing ring
gets beaten up, yet in the end
the loser is a winner,
the pummeling has changed its shape.
A seagull poops on your head,
kind of funny, everyone grins.
An eighteen-wheeler jackknives,
no one is hurt, poop does not kill,
but you're a poet, some kind of genius,
so you write about slippery bird guano
on a wet road,
a truck hydroplaning,
cars bursting into flames,
a trucker dying of colon cancer
long after that fatal accident.
Misery and joy must be manipulated
then handcuffed together.
You publish the deranged thing -
your mistake,
it's just another aberration of your nervous system.
Then you wait for some wiseass
to tear it apart,
and it serves you right.
Categories:
hydroplaning, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Ye old jalopy of the junkyard
spiffed up
with spinning tires
hydroplaning of the weather vane
no ejection seat
no buckle to fumble
open air
hit from behind
the child held with grandma’s wrought iron arms
grandpa’s at the pearly gates
chooses lemon-lime
7/8/2018
Categories:
hydroplaning, car,
Form: Free verse
Hydroplaning in a Squall
East Horizon Looming Black,
Boiling Roiling All A'Full,
Threatens to Upset & Impact,
Boring Calm Hours Dull,
Most Seek Safe Compact,
But We Launch Our Hull,
Reefing Boom Sail Fabric,
Up & Away to the Full!
Fire Red One-Design Mobjack,
Broad Reaching Downwind,
Scaling Cascading Wave's Stack,
Shaking Bottom Vibration Akin,
To Snare Staccato Click Clack,
Spine Shivers Through Skin,
Like Galloping on the Back,
Riding a Race Stallion Arabian!
White Angry Frothing Waves,
Don't Capsize, As the Boat's Above,
Humming, the Mobjack Craves,
To Soar as Might a Seagull Love,
Screaming Planing Embraves,
Sailing in Full When Like a Glove,
Squalls Challenge Bold Knaves,
To Fit Finger like Masts to a Trove,
Of Freedom for All Daring Slaves!
Categories:
hydroplaning, adventure, sea, storm, summer,
Form: Rhyme
An afternoon that slings rocks and arrows
alight as the sun,
cast behind the fire-eater’s enchantress.
They only taste pain during chocolate evenings,
the minds of yore sizzling away on the frying pan
of hella tuff desire.
I’d walk for days without a morsel
if you were to stay always by my side,
yet not even magic
nor a Force on Earth
could keep you within such forlorn deserts.
Like raindrops slowing,
floating,
dancing and destined,
hydroplaning into gloaming hearts,
I’d like an order of time topped with illusion, please.
Tea thyme, surely! swirling beside rhyme,
that liquor’s become mind.
Categories:
hydroplaning, dream, nature, self,
Form: Prose Poetry
just the side of a hurricane’s thrashing
the summer deluge beats down upon us &
on this night in question you get behind the wheel,
peeling out of the parking lot & flicking on your
high beams,
bent on destruction you slam your right foot down on the pedal
and the car splashes through the puddles on the way to the light
rounding the corner
taking that heavy left
but this time the car just won’t do what it’s told &
the back end goes sliding around in front of you---
SMACK!
like a slap in the face your reflexes kick in
you flinch &
your eyes bug---
the spinning, twirling & shaking
all happens in a flash
thrusting you to the other side of the road & round into the grass &
gravel,
tires grinding into the dirt,
tearing up the ground.
Categories:
hydroplaning, life, car,
Form: Free verse