Long Sunroof Poems
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I had a huge notebook full of poems.
They were written on both covers, all around.
Here and there, in corners even,
Some topsy turvey, upside down.
I almost took the purple notebook in
To the station where I relieved myself
Feeling silly, I left it in the truck
When I returned it was gone from its shelf.
I looked at the homeless woman
Who was eating a sandwich out of a bin,
I wanted to go through her satchel,
But I knew to ask would not be a win.
Wishing I had followed instinct to not leave it,
Here I am, every poem gone, my own self to blame.
Just when I thought it could not get worse,
Sunroof would not shut, and it was beginning to rain.
Slipping into my silver-gray SUV
Nicknamed " Sly Buster Cruiser”
I speed off down the rocky, off-highway road.
Twisting and reeling like my wired mind,
windows down, sunroof open,
(Annie Lennox groveling on the CD player),
reckless noon rays on my chin,
wind on ticklish, naked nape ...
Damn, who cares? I am 19 again?
Shuffling into the 7-Eleven Store
beside the Shell gas station
(With a free wind shield clean-up),
I draw out some bucks for a Philip Morris pack
and a two bottles of beer, plus a Dorito
( the barbecue flavor , please)…
Ain’t a drinker; a smoker on occasion,
but I feel like being reckless and
slightly rebellious ;
I lock the door prepping up for an untamed ride.
Grabbing a spray of cologne mist
and red-violet lipstick from the tote,
my irises roll from the lane to the side mirror,
as I slowly dunk the beer, icy and bubbly
zooming away with hands laughing on the wheels.
Nobody knows me in this place; my ribs shout silently:
This is just all for me; just now, I’ll be.
This is just between me and the edge of a free road.
This is about my navel breathing fire and ice,
It’s about touching danger fast without reason or fuzz
Because later, all this smooth craziness will soon pass.
Back to the same home trail, I rip the cigarette sticks,
slide the unused bottle in my bag
before wiping the red on lips with the Dorito foil…
“ Mommy, Mommy… where have you been?”
I smile as if my skin had chased a tornado…
Dumping the beer on the back porch,
My hand is cleansed by some kind of holy water,
And I start to hug my mischievous girl...
Then off I start to roll the plates on the sinking sink.
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For Andrea Dietrich--Faved by Sponsor
Reposted 4/24/2016
The other day, I was sitting at a traffic light, waiting for it to change from red to green.
Suddenly, a gentle breeze entered through my sunroof, and with it came a ladybug with its burnished coat as it took rest upon my arm.
It was quiet and majestic, just like the breeze that carried it.
As I immersed myself in its quiet beauty, all the heaviness that had weighed on my heart, mind, and spirit in the prior weeks and days started to fade.
Then, suddenly, the light changed to green as another breeze swooped in and gently lifted the ladybug away from my arm and back through the sunroof it went.
In this peaceful moment, as I watched its graceful ascent, a coy smile gently rested on my face, and my heart felt light as a feather, floating.
Past winters were extremely harsh
and driving my green Honda was tough;
it's certainly not a luxury car...
whenever I go, it gets me far.
Once it broke down in a parking lot
near Kennedy International Airport;
and I lost a good day's work
by making me feel like a real jerk!
The check light came on, it needed repairs immediately...
do you know how much it cost me?
Almost a thousands dollars, plus the headache it gave me!
But until now it has run perfectly!
I hate riding my green Honda in the evening breeze
when the pollen from the trees make me sneeze;
I should close my sunroof, roll up all windows...
but I wouldn't be racing with the warm wind like cowboys!
Written by Andrew Crisci
for Brown Carol's contest,
" My First Car "
It was just a 1964 Beetle
dressed in its finest
VW red;
the best car
on the road,
spin on a dime,
driv’in half a mile on fumes
with three spark plugs;
yes I said three spark plugs,
don’t you know the forth
wouldn’t stay plugged in,
it popped out every time and
rattled around instead.
Another mile and a half
of sheer magic
and all mine.
Her taste for winter spent
and the drip, drip, drip
of rain on my head
from the ripped sunroof;
frosted on the inside,
drive with one hand,
while you scrape frost
with the other hand,
but It’ll get’cha there
kind of car...
yeah it was mine,
my first car
oh, that power.
Some cars
do their duty
until the very end,
that’s a 1964 VW Beetle.
I fly with eagles on the one lane to Freedom
Through the desert of the lost souls of drought
Tears are dissipating from the speed of my Fate
Spirits chanting in the rhythm of the desired rain...
The sky commits suicide in my rearview mirror
The blackness of Death stabs memories with lightning
Sad drawers of my soul keep on being burglarized
By the same thief of the heart of an eternal romantic
I press time hard to the floor, put on make-up of Arizona red
The rays slap me with Hope through the sunroof of my car
Wings sprout painfully through my shrinking shoulder blades
I don't ask anyone anymore permission to fly with Eagles...
It's my circus and I'm the star
My damn mechanic can't fix my car
My sunroof leaks on the passenger seat
And my brake shoes are made from two left feet
My roof leaks and the water comes down
My wife is screaming, you can hear her down town
The oil burner's gone and the faucet is slow
But who gives a damn, it's still my show
My CD player keeps spitting my CD's back
In the bathroom sink, I found a hair line crack
My toilet a stolen and so on and so on
I'd investigate myself, but I'd have nothing to go on
My kids say "Dad, you gotta do something soon.'
I told them I am. I'm planning a trip to the moon
My garden is growing but I used the wrong seeds
I planted flowers but I'm growing weeds
The county just doubled my property tax
And my hedge looks like it was trimmed with an axe
I twisted my ankle, I'm in constant pain
But i'm still here so I can't complain
I'll have a few beers at a local bar
It's still my circus and I'm still the star
My wife's still screaming, you need to cut the grass
As soon as OPEC passes out free gas
It's way too high, up to the garbage can lids
I's okay, I can still see the kids
Lightning struck and my television caught fire
There was a nail found in my right front tire
There's a crack in the windshield of my car
But it's still my circus and I'm still the star
The priest stopped by to have the house blessed
I said please be careful, I think it's possessed
I'd set it on fire if I had a torch
The cat just peed on my back porch
I found a thumb tack in my bedroom slipper
We have a new neighbor, he's Jack the Ripper
But when I wake up the sun does shine
It's my circus and I'm doing fine.
How I Miss You
By calling you on weekend
By reading your favorite novel
By eating your admirable dessert
By watching your left behind tv series
By trying to sleep on your sofa
By roaming around your apartment block
By cleaning your ever dirty sunroof car
By drinking your remaining bottles of wine
By walking on your office car park hoping to see you
By visiting the regular cafe of your choice in evenings
By admiring your favorite actresses with my friends
By writing letters to you never to be posted
By checking my emails wishing one to be yours
By praying to god to let us meet again