Long Turn signal Poems
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I love depressing songs.
Like the song about-
Spots in my eyes.
They are weird, but who cares?
It doesn’t hurt.
As long as I don’t cry.
Depressing songs.
Living in Michigan with lakes, and beaches.
Nothing.
No such things as dancing.
Skirts twirling.
And hands and feet moving.
I love depressing songs.
In my car.
Turning on my turn signal.
Stopping at stop signs.
My car is pushing against every thought.
I love depressing songs.
I love sleeping in my car sometimes.
I don’t know how to sing.
But some songs are unstoppable.
So I grumble the words.
I’m happy all the time for some reason.
But sometimes?
Spots scattered.
Trying to pull my eyes out in my sleep.
I love depressing songs!
Pulling into my driveway.
Everything is in my house.
They are in there.
My bags are in the trunk.
Sleeping in my car for no reason at all.
Those depressing songs are strange and real.
I would love to live in my car.
The radio is off tonight.
So silence is still real.
Like to dedicate this to my late dad who was a roofer
So dad, if your up there... you nailed it
Now that sounded a bit disrespectful don't you think
Sorry, should strike the ladder from my script
You can't drink away alcoholism while lying in the gutter
So just take small sips on your couch
That way you'll be much more relaxed and comfortable
When you puke and won't be such a grouch
Why did a blonde stare at a frozen orange juice can for an hour
It read concentrate... now that makes sense
When thing's are coming your way, you're in the wrong lane
Then things will hit you and make a dent
Women spend more time wondering what men are thinking
Then men do, just spend time thinking
Was worried my mechanic would rip me off but was relieved
Said I needed turn-signal fluid, had no inkling
I’m driving my car down a road.
A road, I’ve driven so many times in the past
But today I’m seeing an aspect
That I’ve never noticed.
As the sun is flickering through the trees
As I pass by, the seconds ticking,
Houses, people and things.
I’m daydreaming thinking that my car is like life
Traveling through time.
I see everything passing me by.
I could put on my turn signal and pull over.
I could just sit in the moment and ponder.
But, then all those cars behind me
Would pass by me into the future.
Leaving me here on the side of the road
In stasis, in the past.
When human beings don’t have stuff to face us
We become limited and half @ss.
The thing about human beings, we’re not wired for pause,
We’re driven to drive, to keep going forward.
It’s not in our nature to linger for long.
And, although no matter what we do,
Time moves on waiting for no one.
Occasionally there are a few of us
That may sit upon our hands.
But what I would tell the aliens
Is that we are more likely to quickly,
Drive directly into the eye of the storm.
Talking. Talking. Talking. At first it is fun, maybe even entertaining.
You are not sure exactly sure when it turns, but it does.
Suddenly the monopolizer’s ramblings no longer seem charming.
Patience worn thin, you try a few times to interject a word.
There is no pause, no break. Constant talking. Inane talking. Nonsense talking.
You try blatant rudeness. Still no pause.
Suddenly you are annoyed, irritated, angry.
It is the same feeling you get as when you put your turn signal on and watch
Incredulously as six cars and a truck speed up, so you miss your turn off the freeway.
Rudeness personified. Self-centeredness to the inth degree. Magnificently selfish.
I walk away as she obtusely, self-absorbed, is still talking, talking, talking.
She yells after me in a way that indicates that I am the rude one.
I wave, resolving to forevermore avoid this non-listener
like the plaque that she is.
An idiot driver cut in front of me on the freeway
Just because they did not get the big picture
I have to slam on my brakes?
Could I let it slide?
Apparently not.
I threw my hands up like “what the heck?”
She gave me the bird.
I gave her one back.
She gave me two birds.
Who was driving there?
I chased her down the freeway,
We are both honking now, acting six-years-old.
She is driving so fast it is utterly ridiculous.
I can barely keep up with her.
Luckily I am driving my husband’s Mercury.
You can go one hundred in it, and it feels like fifty.
I was horrified when we both turned off at the same ramp.
Slunk back a bit when we again headed the same direction.
Was shocked when her turn signal showed me the parking lot I wanted.
We both ended up in front of the same restaurant, and it was not open yet.
“That was FUN!” she shrieked at me.
“Did you know it was ME?” she asked.
I gave her a big hug. My best friend, Susan, had apparently gotten a new car.
“Of course!” I lied.
Stand under the proscenium arch
Listen to show tunes till doomsday comes
Dawn with the songs of ever lasting darkness
Tap dance your last dance on Broadway
Burn the last lime light down
Take midnight with you
Pay no tolls until you are told to
When leaving New York City
Buy a Hybrid Prius on the road
Equipped with liberal intentions
With a west coast radio and global warming controls
With a turn signal leaning left
Place your index finger and thumb on it
Push down until you get to somewhere rainy
Stop!
Think before you start
Follow signs to California
Wait for a fault line crack to appear
Watch it become a Democrat
Move gently and friendly towards green
Hug a tree for me
Never become an old white man
Elect some one young with hair
Avoid bald spots at all cost
And railroad Catholic crossings
Register as a Liberal
Turn on CNN
Read the New York Times
Just stop! ….. I'm getting car sick
Let me out
Time well spent is behind you
Who needs a mind when you own a Prius
My grandkids gather around my hearth and think it's so great,
To listen to tales of my youth that to them I love to relate.
They sit with mouths agape and with attentive ear,
As I tell them how it was in good old yesteryear!
"There was no such thing as television or amazing videos,
Tho' we had picture shows and mysterious radios.
The baffling computer was far beyond my generation,
Tho' we had typewriters and ciphered on fingers for calculation!"
"Cars now start with the twist of a key and are so very swank,
But we started our old jalopies with a knuckle-busting crank!
There's even a turn signal now to relay your turn intention;
We hung an arm out the window prior to this invention!"
"We had no fancy phones with touchtone, pictures and such.
Our phone hung on a wall - you turned a crank to get in touch.
Scratchy platters spun on a Victrola, playing music to please.
Today the latest and greatest is boom boxes, DVDs and CDs!"
"We had no comfortable facilitiy nowadays called a bath;
We wended our way on moonless nights down a dark and lonely path!"
My grandkids can't believe it when I tell them all this stuff!
All they can say is, "Grandpa, you sure did have it rough!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired, (© All Rights Reserved)
Isn't it ironic?
You sat on my right side when we first met
And you exited my life making a left turn down my street
It was my right hand that comforted you in the beginning
And it was my left hand that tore off something that was supposed to be permanent in the end
How the directions changed as we danced together
Entering on the right leaving on my left
Poetic almost
How my right hand wrote stanzas about you
While my left hand is cursed to remember the words I never got to write
How it wiped away your tears
How both hands would wrap around your waist holding you close
Now we're on opposite sides of the compass
Never to be close to each other again
While I set off in my own direction
My hands itch to write your name once again
But I resist
For that left turn signal is still etched into my mind
Just as all our memories are
But that is all they are
Memories of the past
All I can do now is move onto my own path
And live with the empty space of where someone used to be.
Took a cruise down a river of booze.
Pissed my pants and filled my shoes.
Now it's time to clean it up.
Take a shower and drink a cup.
The fever caused my nerves to shake.
I had to leave her, it just didn't take.
That restless feeling wouldn't rest.
So now I hope it's for the best.
The wheels are rolling slow and steady.
I turned left and then saw Betty.
Drove a ways and heard this plinking.
Turn signal stuck and still was blinking.
I took the hint and headed south.
Now I look down in the mouth.
Jumped a freighter for the coast.
Sent my regards back in the post.
Now I'm sittin' on the pier.
Wonderin' where to go from here.
Borrowed a boat without the keys.
It's dangerous doing what you please.
Gas ran out and I hit a reef.
Sprung a leak, nothing but grief.
I bailed out as it was sinking.
That's the way it goes with mindless thinking.