Short Tires Poems
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when life is running just fine
purring like a cat, in its prime
some night under a full moon
a werewolf craps on your silver spoon
turns your heart into a burning tire
Mind-body tires, causing stupor
Why then overwork mind
Make unending playful caper
Free from desires that bind
Awareness unbroken
Needs ego forsaken
That we now awaken
Heart bliss aspires
Mind-body tires
07-September-2021
Quietus
When I bent and reached there down,
The tire made a hissing sound;
Each puncture made a blow,
Releasing air and letting it flow;
Now look who got that simple gift,
Some flat tires, did so swift;
See the car I'm standing near?
Has whistling tires that I hear!
On my 60" HD TV.
I saw a ragged child with a sunburst smile.
Wearing a patchy blue dress.
More dirt than fabric on it.
For fun, she was rolling a bent bike tire.
With a thin stick down a dog-eared road.
Somehow, she kept the ancient tire rolling straight.
She kept the tire on the straight.
Tires my emotions,
I'm left with dry vociferations..... (vocabulary(?))
Blanks my mind,
And severs my dictations.
Steals my thoughts,
And rapes my mind.
Breaks and violates,
Privacy shut down.
Feelings closed off,
Barred, avoiding judgement.
~Written in mid-2003 when I was fourteen/fifteen.
Form:
"YELLOW TIRES ON THE GRASS"
in the hours
before the hour
the grass is cut.
the cars pass
from left to
right, the cigarette
stays hot until
the end. traffic
jam on the
99 denied another
given another. dirty
clothes are made
clean the pizza
is on its
way.
By: Chicano Eddie
10-26-2016
Because nothing, not even car tires can hold.
Anxiety about clicking keys, sticks, hopeless.
Nothing flat is left over.
Even that road has roots underneath its potholes.
Just rising.
That tire flew right off.
My organs decided not to stay tight either.
Clicking from the door locking.
A car that is crashing is like a bowl.
Spins as much as the recipe calls for.
As fate does.
The car's engine Fred often fires.
He. simply, first checks the car's tires
And off moves, tires spitting fires:
Tubular rollers end up criers;
Traffic wardens with their "Stop!" liars:
Fred at what he loves never tires!
The strength Free Fred uses he hires
From booze and kola sold by Mires...
After three months Fred's Benz for buyers!
Often worse than cars long in mires.
Someone built a blazing bonfire out of tires
At the crest of the hill between the villages,
And we have come here to ride our sleds
The mile and a half to the bottom of old 60,
On the solid sheet of ice over packed snow
Two trips down and up, and we are frozen,
Our noses red, our eyelashes icy tingling,
And we can no longer feel our toes…but,
It is all worth it, and we will long remember
When someone built a bonfire out of tires.
written November 29, 2021
Mediocre we need not flatter
With laurels on a cheap platter:
Hero’s Effort make a matter;
A dropped metal’s heavy clatter…
“What is right” we foully batter
And Future Foundation scatter,
When save we just can The Latter
And ensure True Victory later…
Mediocre we must not flatter:
On our clothes staining mud spatter;
Problems feed and they are fatter,
Tires allowed to be flatter...
Don’t forget FIFA’s Staunch Blatter;
No Cups to have on a platter.