There is a sense of dread in these woods
your mind sits with a quiet tick;
Surrounded by a dark void
uncertain sounds screeching;
Attractive soft glow,
but what’s howling
that could kill
in the
night?
Far far away there's green flash
lit chalkboard Plymouth Rock
so radical fingernail
etching screeching noise
Far away fingers hands wipe away the blood
Cleansing the board flash in green
Fingernails so radical
Etching screeching noise
8/18/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
Cats meow plaintively.
Shouting screeching misunderstood.
Love induces Hate.
Crushing of metal,
The sound of breaking glass,
Smell of hot engine oil
And the heat from burning gas.
All mental control was lost,
Head throbbing from emotional pain,
Vision clouded with remorseful tears
As anger pulsed through swollen veins
Shaking hands violently shifted gears
As dangerous speeds were angrily reached,
As hurting words echoed in ears
And treacherous corners made tires screech.
The road was slick with rain,
And the body numb with heartaches pain,
Unaware of red lights flashing,
Ears deaf to the oncoming train
Taken from this world
In the proverbial blink of an eye,
Without any justification
Or a clear reason why.
Was it all just for love
Or was it for a lie?
Was it due to selfishness and pity?
Or an unwillingness to even try?
Was it fate or just a random event?
It’s too puzzling yet to decide,
Because for all anyone really knows
It could have been an act
Of emotional suicide
The moon reflects in an oily city puddle.
Cigarette butts float on their back,
hold hands,
and look up at the stars.
I saw your eyes shining.
When a seagull screeched over the bay,
carrying a doomed crab,
like you carried away a piece of me.
A piece indistinguishable from innocence,
remarkably reminiscent of road trips and dark water skinny dipping.
Clothes lying on dry land like our worries,
as we waded in the willingness of wet ears.
When wind blew on bare flesh,
brittle bones froze.
Brittler than peanut candy,
and drenching in viscous reality
like a bull*****baklava,
baked over the flames of rome burning.
I can stare you in the eyes.
Strip naked with the dissolving cigarette skeletons,
plunge into this shallow lake of spit, pollution, and bitter rain.
Become a ripple through this opalescent cesspool,
disrupt the yellow reflection of the full moon.
For I am more of a man than you knew,
and i can dry off in the air of a cold night.
At the traffic dodged broken barrier
My clown eclipses pinholes gander
Reeked in the phallic sundust
Pouring out in putrid urgencies
Human beams of ghastly thought
Clinging to lucrative belly rings
Bastion of glowing hope tied to rope
Losing abundance in American swamps
As we creek our bells across the world
Drowning coca cola babies all the same
Puns, cliques, and gospel truants
I am fearless to step on statues
To heckle hairdos and smeckle bear feuds
Rubber slips on the road ahead,
It’s a dream I had while asleep in bed.
The sound of those screeching tyres.
Just 17 and ill prepared for such a car.
Far to fast for my skills, left with a scar.
The sound of those screeching tyres.
Skidding side to side with no control,
then hitting the kerb, I started to roll.
The sound of those screeching tyres.
Laying lifeless on the side of the road,
still the ability to think my car may explode.
The sound of those screeching tyres.
Waking a week later in a place unknown
To find I have more than one broken bone.
Still, the sound of those screeching tyres.
Thirteen years on it still strikes a nerve
Listening to a car when it has to swerve
…..the resounding sound of those screeching tyres.
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