Short Taillights Poems
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Light gleaming, bouncing to and fro
Raybans and Coppertone Sport
Man's best friend ridin' shotgun
Radio cranked...volume 10, what else!
Trunk filled to the brim
Pabst Blue Ribbon gettin' frosty
Scarf a'blowin'
Nothin' but taillights and blue sky
Bends up ahead, straights behind
Worries, off with the wind
Joy, palpable, like the midday sun
Cruisin'
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He stood on the corner
as she drove on by
Watching her taillights,
a tear in his eye
Feeling the sadness
that grew in his heart
But knew it was best
that they now were apart
For she never loved him,
it all was pretend
Just needed to know
she could be loved again
He turns now to watch
as she fades from this place
Watching her taillights,
a smile on his face
I kept the inner workings,
kept the plastic furniture
while it cracked
into multidimensional bones.
I kept (in part),
the whir of its mirroring mind.
Of course, the viewer has dimmed out
nothing in the camera fully develops,
yet images emerge.
I can catch the blurry taillights of stars,
find my way through a long-burnt corn field,
photograph photographs
yet to be imaged.
To fall behind
To come up short
Smudge my line
Or worse, abort
I cannot see
Too much to fathom.
A thick debris
Of many passions
One track mind
Obsessive kind
Can’t switch lanes
For lack of time
Taillights glow
Straight ahead
Road closed
End, dead
Arrows pointing
Orange cones
A clear warning
To shift zones
Gears won’t budge
Frozen limbs
Sticky grudge
Buried ends
when you walked out the sky even cried
pouring down over me
as i stood on that lonely piece of road
watching the blur of your taillights
you've just wanted to live your life
and i've held you back
now you're headed to the big town
my little girl's all grown up
going out on her own
leaving me at home to watch you on the tube
singing country and blues
becoming a shining star
making something of a young girl form ohio
Ribbons of silver light
Crimson in amber strings drift ahead of me
Red, Gold, and Green sway absently
As the engine hums into the night
Passing the shop windows of industry
People bustling along the lane
Heads down headed home
From the daily toil
From arcane factories
Or crunch numbers of finance
Horizon a dying ember
Heading into the night
Blinded by silver ribbons
of light and crimson taillights
The wind tumble after me…
Out my invalid’s window I see the hills
wrapped in a crochet of evening fog
Red taillights wink at me as people prepare
to go home at end of day
Cranes reach giraffe necks into
the last bits of sun tinged-sky
Lazy November light that is giving
way to winter tugging its shirtsleeve
Contractors hurry to finish their projects
lest they wake to storms and rain that
were promising to come, and now have
No one eager for winter, except for me
Even though you didn’t intend it,
Your words were bullets,
That tore right through me,
Putting holes in my heart.
You’ll be 49 miles deep into Georgia,
But still light years away from me,
I’m back to being alone,
But I don’t want to be.
I thought I finally had you,
But now I watch you leave,
Nothing but a pair of tire tracks,
And fading taillights.
As you dropped the ball,
Blood starts to flow,
You still hold the smoking gun,
That blew a hole in my heart.