Long Taillights Poems
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Suburban waste stretches beyond and far away
Languishes under the hot hazy sun
Seasons reap
Memories run
Remembering things better left unseen
Memories reel in the theater on the mind
Things fragmented in frame
Of mental photographs
Faded edges frail
brittle fluttering
Summer rainstorm run the horizons
Lightning lances the rain
Fall is coming, frost is in the eves
Pumpkins gleaming a thrilling sight
Images crystalize by chilly winter nights
Summer comes to burn away the sight
Spring color runs, fades
Autumn rights delays dies
in the passing taillights
Suburban boulevard’s lost
in fog shrouded waste…
a bar door is ajar, only fading voices
echo into the void, from nowhere...and afar!
Here n there, trash drifts
ghosts in flickering neon.
Broken, floating, bloated
dead down eons halls
a last of white.
Crimson taillights roar along
an empty blacktop...
Ruins of ages-lost buildings hang together
like frozen corpses looking
into desolation‘s aftermath.
This boulevard is desolate n oblique
as enigmatic engines park n die
on this macadam late at night.
Carriages lurch, coughs, wheeze
electric spark, circuits churn
something burns.
...unmoored from the known.
Something in death throes
as hollow oblong boxes
glide shakily to a halt.
A vehicle, an unknown thing,
a machine of divine madness
silhouetted against the falling ash of sky.
The smell of burning rubber
a stench of ozone, the cry of the void.
Drift along a wind-swept boulevard
as streetlights wink on
while headlights die
in empty skull sockets, lie...
A white filigreed smoke drifts
as it stalls and hums
sputters and dies.
A drifting murmur of voices drift
whispers of lives lived out swift...
Eyes reflect and dance in the darkness
over a vacant steering wheel!
Light flickers briefly under the hood
deep deathly hums fade.
Only the tick of a cooling engine
echos into the frosty air.
As shadows puddle in endless despair
something stands at the end...
...of desolations boulevard!
Splash of neon light.
Neon glass shatters.
A pale face looms out of the gloom.
It shimmers into the night
Smash of an engine's steel,
A flash of sharp car headlights.
Black eyes stare wide
Crash goes the ruby taillights, sparkling.
The crunch of black ice!
A Machine in death throes
Winter is here at last.
Milky slim hands grasp...
Sharp edges of ruined steal, cut!
Mechanical auto-parts, tires, chrome, teeth n bones!
Something ashen; a figure stands there...
Under a spinning bright golden arc, sparks!
If humanity is to blame?
Human twisted forms fade away.
We all go blind in the burning flame.
As the car comes to a screaming, screeching silent halt!
Neon shatters into the night.
Flares, like stars drift down.
…faces loom out of the nightmares gloom!
Black Ice breaks,
Auto-parts and mechanical hearts;
Cascades, Resonates, Detonates
Broken Neon; a coming doom.
i'd just come in and made a cup of tea.
ten minutes later, i went to admire my work by the front window
that's when i saw him
he'd already made a start
he had pulled up the windscreen wipers
sponge and bowl full of bubbly water
fast-paced doesn't do it justice
washing, with mischief and energy
magnificently grotesque; a cunning, vacant expression
did i trigger this?
is this a coincidence?
i wanted to go and ask him
i went through the imagined conversation
but i couldn't do it
and i watched him groom the taillights
my wife hadn't noticed how clean our car was
i sulked at dinner, eating my
emotionally abused peas
In halls of idol wind
Ribbons of rain
Ribbons of pain
Ribbons of the insane
Flying down the avenues
Hands clutching the wheel
Eyes blur as my mind swims…
of my intellect's ravaged ruined labyrinth.
Tangling in the rivers
of my specter ridden waste.
Ribbons pulling tight
The passion' of complex structure.
The cutting of the flesh in life.
The ribbons of rain
Dulled and stained
Running out of light
Traffic passing left and right
My hands of ragged bone
Grips the steering wheel…
The pain running in blinding ribbons
of red down obscure stone.
Tangling the seas of dreams
My escape into the Void's boundary's
I am wading in the rains of the insane.
Ribbons sway in the halls of the idle wind
I see the mark of Cain.
An idol raped in ragged ribbons
Ribbons of red
Ribbons of dread
Ribbons tangled in the hands of ravaged bone
Flesh and marrow
Rage riddled redden nails
Claw along idol halls
The skin goes pail
Horn’s blair…
Crumbling stone
Some where it runs
What have they done?
Ribbons wrap
Ribbons rain
Ribbons of the insane…
I jerk my head awake
As ribbons of light blind
Screaming tires flash of taillights
Crash of metal,
car horn blares,
fall sparkling window glass.
The beep of a machine a ribbon of life…
Riding on a highway,
As the cars go streaming by,
I notice varied brands and styles
I can’t identify.
To me, they mostly look the same,
The SUV’s and such,
With different shapes of taillights
Which don’t really matter much.
The vehicles are mostly dark,
Though quite a few are white
And sometimes there’s a burgundy
Or red that one can sight.
Yet once in a great while,
There’s a sports car or a jeep
In a neon green or orange
To which every eye will leap.
That attention’s what the owners
Wanted, like a little spark,
But it sure must come in handy
When in crowded lots they park.
Scary people are everywhere.
Weaving through backbones of rain-soaked roads.
Taillights burning A holes in my balding white walls.
Scary people in endless grocery store lines.
Carts filled with poison Pop-Tarts and cheap headache wine.
Dirty-faced children that never smile-
I try and stay clear of their scariness.
But they constipate every venomous aisle.
Scary people at the doctor's office.
A room filled with sick impatience.
A scary piss-faced receptionist knows all our secrets.
Scary doctor ladling out a scary diagnosis.
Followed by a compassionless prognosis.
There is no cure for the affliction of indifference
and the good Doctor knows it.
Scary leaders with scary scripts.
Outdaring other scary leader power pricks.
and their endless scary power trip tricks...
Nonchalantly sending a million scared kids into an early death...
With one scary stroke of a scary green ink pen.
Scary billionaires orchestrating our scary futures.
Tampering with our food supply and stratosphere.
Talking down to a mass of bleating ignorance.
The only time people aren't scary
is when they're hunched over a stone.
Silently saying goodbyes in a salty rain.
Playing taps atop a black umbrella afternoon.
A snowstorm is coming.
A big pink malignant mass on the weather map.
People, panicking, hoarding booze and gas.
I've got my shovel and old northern muscle.
I'm more than up to the task.
My doe-eyed neighbor seems unconcerned.
She's dressed to the sequined max.
Risking life and limb for the lust of her man?
Taillights melting into a snow globe of Tiffany glass.
I do understand her.
I once did the same thing a lifetime ago.
Drove 25 miles in a rust bucket blizzard.
For the love of adventure and lust.
A pretty little thing waiting for me in her perfumed nest.
Risking life and limb for her warm pink finesse.
The memory far outliving the wintry blast.
On Interstate 5 In A Greyhound Bus
mother pauline boards the big greyhound double decker
her freckled son goes before her wearing a cub scout cap
hurry up she says as they climb the stairs to the upper deck
the bus driver tips his cap and starts the greyhound engine
mother pauline tells the little boy they are going to redding
she gives him a batman comic book and a box of milk duds
nighttime is coming as stout pauline flips on the ceiling lamp
euthanizing elevator music seeps from an overhead speaker
jodi sands sings ‘kiss by kiss’ as the bus driver grips the wheel
the double decker dashes down alameda with taillights on fire
flashing by foggy neon cocktail dives drinking in the darkness
rushing now on life’s dream highway like an insane eel dancing
now rushing at 65 mph they ride on interstate 5’s scarred back
freckled boy tiredly yawns and lies upon the soft lap of pauline
tired mother peers out the window and sees the fast blur of life
she focuses her sight and sees her mountain of love sleeping
an hour of fast driving leads to closed eyes and driveling yawns
old men snore in the back as erect streetlights pass by unseen
mother pauline thinks of husband fred back home being alone
she wonders if fred misses her as much as she now misses him
wonders if he’s snoring in bed right now as loud as the old men
soon she will be in redding to find a house and to scout the town
soon the sun will rise when the yuba street bus depot is reached
freckled boy continues to sleep and dream in pauline’s soft lap
the greyhound speeds up interstate 5 like an insane eel dancing
You're too far gone for me to step in.
I've given you my blood and precious time.
Society has given you dozens of chances.
Still, you drain the system dry.
You're a freight train off track.
Straight into the solar plexus of civilization.
You've managed to turn the iridescence of
love, loyalty, friendship
into the opaqueness of deception and decadence.
Here you are, a light-year beyond your prime.
Dark deceiver scrounging for dimes.
A bona fide bipedal parasite.
Angelic looks once gave you haven- free rides.
Now you've run out of bridges-shallow charisma exposed.
This haven is overgrown with thorn and briar.
The free ride is nothing but taillights in the mist.
You've inherited nothing but red eyes and dead ends.