Short Autobahn Poems

"she's a Nina but not Simone"


did she 
say die

Autobahn?

oui?

no no no

"Ultra 
bon!"...

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Here's a strange sign, causing quite a sensation
“Police Toilets Stolen... they have nothing to go on”
Motto said nothing could stump em
Guest some things are beyond them
Now what will they do, pee on the autobahn?...

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Here's a strange sign, causing quite a sensation
“Police Toilets Stolen... they have nothing to go on”
Motto said nothing could stump em
Guest some things are beyond them
Now what will they do, maybe pee on the autobahn?...

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Here's a strange sign, causing quite a sensation
“Police Toilets Stolen... they have nothing to go on”
Motto said nothing could stump em
Guest some things are beyond them
Now what will they do, maybe pee on the autobahn?...

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She was on the rebound
high on freedom's speed
our coordinates collided
in a silver speck of time 
we dumped our seeds
upon a neon galaxie
but nothing ever blooms 
on that starry autobahn
I was just a speed bump,
to her leather studded charm....

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Don Juan In Saskatchewan

We had driven until the next new dawn,
We did find ourselves in Saskatchewan;
Lakes would love;
Mountains above;
Name of person driving was Don Juan.

James Don Juan Horn

If it was done by Juan,
Happened on an autobahn....

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Intersection of
  Overwhelmed & Exhausted
    A decision to make 

  Venture out onto that
  Autobahn of Freeways
    Shake & Bake 
    Wide Awake & Overtake... 

  Turn the other way
  Crash & Burn
    Maddening price to pay  

  Yet ~
  Overwhelmed & Exhausted
    A DECISION to make...

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My neon-hearted one, 
vibrating throbs shining through 
the soul-soaked night. It 

is an endless ride 
on this forlorn, pebble-skinned 
autobahn; I still 

can feel you out there.
Your heartstrings are like distant, 
radio waves; such

beautiful white noise
attached to the senses of
mine anchoring me 

into a godspeed 
velocity just to safe 
and sound; here and now reach you....

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A supermarket carpark;
Sunday morning.
Flat amd empty as my breath.

A room tiled and bare,
a cell cool and angular,
all light hushed.

A circle of trees
Stand around me as a victim.
Head back I shout at the sky.

The Autobahn near Aschau.
Lights spot the midnight.
The few hidden from my touch.

Of course. The last one.
Through mist I hear soft voices.
My fingernails break on a sill....

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we are burnt inside,
          full of old straw,
          tar and wet ash;

passing trucks lift my hair,
          wash my eyes with diesel,

trees and fields behind the stop
          are fenced and grubby,
          they darken,

we are lost in direction
          between two nothings,
          untied to our kin...

seekers of line and light,
          down the way of a savage god,
          the cruel autobahn....

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