Seperate roads ever converged
Runways generousos in plentiful serge
Refining aligning elevated themes
Hit the strip with full sun beams
Spur impulsed gleaming freeway
Me at the wheel
The music YOU play
Refreshed revived with passionate fuel
Lust inexhaustible
We are unbeatable
Speedometer broken
Hearts in motion
Wheels rolling
Im still doting
Every word youve ever spoken
They all went in and we are clear
The starting line be right here
Traveling up an interstate highway
Round down about in a midwestern cove
Speedometer cruise control sets low
Going down interstate by the way
Full tank of E-15 gas, eating on a corn cob
Every reflective highway road marker
Sparkle even in the day light
Taking a break from daily mundane toil and job
Wheels spinning round concrete partials
Suns shining on asphalt heated hot bright
Traveling up an interstate highway
Round down about in a midwestern cove
Speedometer cruise control sets low
Going down interstate by the way
Mosey on down the interstate highway
Running out of road, windshield wipers are useless for tears
Close my eyes and count to… not yet! reaper hasn’t appeared
Lights flashing across the dashboard, warning indications
Speedometer reads a ton, don’t care for vindication
Stripping back life
for all to see
The lake below
reflecting me
Going over the escarpment, free falling through a cloud
Brakes I leave redundant, accelerator screams out loud
Weightless grow my memories, the rear view mirror is bleak
Exterior one’s more streamlined, if a little oblique
Dug my own hole
admission’s free
Revealed the sin
got the car key
Not much on the horizon, seen a few birds here and there
Was playing around for a long time, now she’s gone elsewhere
And our song’s on the radio, I’ll never hear it end
(Stairway to heaven) rifts in stasis, just as I transcend
Oblivion
nihility
A growing bump
delivery
Hey! who’s that smiling lady, pushing me along the street
I look out from the pram, peekaboo! my heart skips a beat…
I live for that feeling of complete
weightlessness, when we speed
down back roads lined with corn
fields and rolling grasslands that
stretch all the way to the foot of
the mountains.
I would tighten my arms around
his waist as the speedometer
touched 140mph. We zoomed
through the darkness like
screaming demons on two wheels.
The sky peeled away like a
panoramic screen unraveling
past us.
I drank up the crisp air, I
saturated myself in adrenaline
like a junkie. It was just the
two of us, phantoms of the
night, spirits of the asphalt,
our souls aligning with the
road beneath us.
No one could possibly catch us.
Dedicated to the ride, locking
pinky promises with the highways
and interstates, always swearing
to return, to meet again with the
meditative route.
To me this is much more than a
form of transportation, it's a
lifestyle, a way to soak up your
pure bliss, a form of peace and
harmony. It's being born to ride.
The clock is always ticking
Speedometer spinning along
Wear and tear building up
Traversing life looking to belong
Easy to miss the exit signs
The clock is always ticking
Most of us drive around blind
Our internal light barely flickering
We all have a set number of miles
Unfortunately spend too many in a haze
The clock is always ticking
Time to turn that flicker into a blaze
Rev up the love in your heart
Ignite the flame on the wicking
It’s never too late to fire up your engine
Because the clocking is always ticking
Happy Together comes on the radio.
I can handle this; I try hard to keep my car under seventy.
Now it’s Cher. She is singing Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves.
I push the pedal to the medal, I am twenty-one again.
Tina comes on. She is singing Proud Mary.
I dare not look at the speedometer.
I am breaking the sound barrier.
Forgetting I am a grandmother
Forgetting I am old.
and then the spirit of the world had eyes
he tuned the future and in him what was light
it was just the glow of the scales of the hours
and in everything that we have for matter today
he felt the weary taste of time
expelling what it knows:
the masses of ancient stagnant waters
and in them the reflection of the clouds sick of us
we don't need to lock the doors anymore
to avoid the speedometer sight of this pain
tomorrow the engines of the spoiled earth
will noisily swallow our tears
to lubricate each of the components
of the new nightmares that we will have
My front end needs alignment and my rear end sags a lot
My vinyl seats get cold in fall; in summer they're too hot
Beneath the seats; old french fries, pennies, napkins, Laura Scudders
My fuel intake is kind of rough, sometimes it coughs and sputters
My lights are growing dimmer and my gas tank's sprung a leak
My steering wheel's bent out of shape; my windshield wipers squeek
My engine's losing power and my tires have lost their tread
My spark plugs all have lost their fire, my radio's gone dead.
My axle's looking fractured, and my frame is rusting through
My paint job's getting faded and my brakes are fading too
My oil is getting grungy, my speedometer flat-lined
My A/C blows warm air and my transmission tends to grind
This car of which I speak is ME (in case you didn't know)
It's running rough, but still it gets me where I need to go
These classic wheels still get around - they just move r e a l l y s l o w!
written 31 Oct 2021
vroom
A car on the streets running
Need to change my tires from Nike to Michelin
On the streets past the buildings and peoples
I it rolling running the side of the double yellow lines
Marking the lanes do not pass by other cars
So and other ways leaving now toward the highways
On ramps empty pass leaving the city speedometer gasp roars
As the speed tumbles the wind rumbles
From the speed of 40 mph revved up to 75 running on the highway
Vroom
10)5/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr ©
A funny thing happened to me the other day
I started seeing leprechauns on the freeway.
They pinched my cheeks and giggled in my ear.
I was driving fast, but they kept getting more near.
I turned to the purple glittery unicorn in the front seat.
Asked him who invited these creeps? They are simply not sweet!
The unicorn said don’t blame me. It was probably the bear.
The grizzly in the back seat flipped his claws through my hair.
My speedometer said ninety, and the car was shaking now.
I was wishing for a cop to come and haul me off, somehow.
The leprechauns put their fingers around my hazel eyes.
Guess who? They asked. No big fat surprise.
Who else would distract me this way when I am learning to drive?
My driver evaluator dove onto the floor with a really quick dive.
You are not going to ever pass, she said, if I have my way.
Just another crummy instructor, from the DUV this weird awful day.
Hey
Glad that you called
But I'm on the highway right now
I can't get your call
The need on the speedometer
Swaying to the far right
I don't see you in my rearview mirror
Can you catch up?
Not on the highway to hell
Or heaven
That's for sure
I don't know where I'm going
But I've always been on the green light
No red light ever
Only encountered yellows
But they don't stop me
Don't stop me now
I'm having a grand time
Racing to find my better
Self
Hope I find it
It's not on the map
No matter how many times I've
Turned it to the other side
Flipped it
Looked at it upside down
The skyscrapers are towering
But I don't fear
My car goes faster
As I pass multiple city signs
Welcome to~ signs
And goodbye signs from
Various cities
The people I've met
The tears I've wept
The laughter I've had
But I must move on
I know we'll meet another day :)
Not lowering my speed
Nor pushing the pedal to the metal
I can't break down
There's people waiting for me
Just going at my normal
Comfortable pace
Fingers crossed that
Time will be kind and that
We meet at the next city
And stay there for awhile
You hug your child and kiss the wife
And smile to yourself, what a wonderful life
Straighten your tie, polish your shoes
Check your phone for any news.
There’s no clouds to darken your day
Your life is well, just child’s play
Your future bright and retirements planned
Its one great big wonderland.
Another house another life
His wife is just causing strife
The kids crying really loud
There’s no sign of a silver cloud.
The booze is flowing
Cigarette ends glowing
The radio turned up loud
He is belting out oasis lyrics aloud.
The traffic is heavy and you’re in a hurry
you’re running late and start to worry
the car phone ringing the speedometer climbing
with your blood pressure rising
when the two cars they collide
the newspaper headline reads one drivers died
one life that’s cut tragically short
but its you not him who will be going court
I bet you wished you owned a crystal ball
Instead your staring at a cell wall
no more kissing the wife and the wonderful life polishing shoes and reading the news .
It was forty by the thermometer
The moon closed in
It was a cold and numbered day
If I remember
It was time to waste
If not It was a memory
And there it faded
It was thirty by the numbered meters
The sun slipped away, fell out
It was a full end, imagination in space
If I remember
It was a gifted part of nothing
If not it was a clock
And there it stopped
It was twenty on the speedometer
The wind gave up
It was time with space giving way
If I remember
It was a place called winter
If not it was a thought conjured
That blew away
It was ten by the odometer
Morning came to night
It was a place to park
If I remember
It was a slower moving body
If not it was a part of darkness
And it had passed into sleep
It was one by the nonometer
The mind froze up becoming zero
It was a full stop in mid air
If I remember
It was a cold and numbing moment
If not it was a motion forward
And there was nothing there
It was zero by the underometer
And night filled in the void
It was a cold and numbered day
If I remember
It was a matter of time
If not it was something in the dark
And there it stayed
shoulda read the fine print
I got headaches, eyes are dry and they hurt sometimes
should have went to a doctor to see if I was fine
trouble seeing words up close
going down the street speeding rapidly
couldn't see speedometer doing 50 in a 30
shoulda read the fine print
Trouble seeing words up close
At a restaurant thought the menus said ketchup
but read desserts
Aching eyes, eyestrain also ordered gluten
instead of wheat grain
shoulda read the fine print
At my lawyer doin business
Tunnel vision guess I didn't see the paper
Signed my life away
Got in a bind now I itch
shoulda read the fine print
Drawn a will didn't read it well
Sign off! Left everything to Jezabel
Shoulda have read it better
Now I'm going steady with a black widow
Probyopia, I can't see good...
I told ya!
Guess, I could have squinted put the paper closer
Can't see with or without the glasses
shoulda read the fine print
01/17/18
FOR CONTEST: shoulda read the fine print
SPONSORED BY: John Lawless
Walk , it's important!
Not only for health but to give peace of mind.
I walked today and my speedometer read 51.
I think I walked 51 miles today. That for me is a lot of walking. I also did some shopping for groceries.
Fruit and vegetables.
So, I got exercise and healthy foods.
That I would never have gotten had I
taken the bus or the train.
Walk, it's highly therapeutic and
soon I will be in great shape too.
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