Short Rubbernecking Poems

fiddling with my
violin i can also
fiddle with my
viola in an
almost spastic
stance with head and

chin in an almost
accident rubbernecking
the accident which
has not not
only yet to

begin but will
happen
forgetting to
rosen my bow
now knowing

what the
screeching
of tires sounds
like played in
B flat major...

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some one asked
where i was going
going down
downtown

just take this
one way street
all the way down
to her town

it's a wonderful
place parking
rubbernecking
a garden plot

that thickens
with climbing
roses so rosy
taking time

to smell
the wine 
take a sip
taste bud swish

always good
to pair
with
the proper dish...

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The corner of my eye notes it
as my car speeds by,
eyesight pings it
momentarily, an image
looks back.

The outbuilding is vacant,
bathed in a sparrow and bat time
that flutters inside its hollow shell.

Barn ambience
has kidnapped my attention
it has stabled my eyes in a timeless stall
where horse tails hang suspended
from broken timepieces
not clocks, just pieces of time
that,
like dust in sunlight
muster in the air
to mime a car and a glance
rubbernecking back....

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