You think all I ever need is a full tank of gas
But my old fenders and taillight need repair
I grow weary of the way people stop and stare
Whenever I sputter and belch as we pass.
No proper chick will ride in my torn front seat
The evening was a total waste of my time
I should not complain, it was not on my dime
But, please, could you turn down the beat?
I’d hoped we might run into swell-built Christine
With the high-end Chrysler rear-end jack job
But you persist thinking you are the real heartthrob
While neither of us approaches being pristine.
You might grow into a reasonably handsome hunk
And luck out with a good job, two gals on your arms
Do not worry about me, I won’t sound any alarms
By then I’ll be only the remains of this pile of junk!
written May 20, 2021
for "Personification Poem 150" poetry contest
sponsored by Caren Krutsinger
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Categories:
taillight, car, humor, youth,
Form: Personification
Driving on the highway.
Body tired.
Mind Exhausted.
Over rivers of cement.
Under rising jumbo jets, bellies exposed.
Suddenly a flash of sunlight
hits the taillight
of the car in front of me,
creating the image of a bright,
white, hot diamond.
It dazzles.
For one brief moment
the chemical reaction of
reflected sunlight
and my own weary mind
produces a most surprising
but acute state of clarity.
Perhaps, even wisdom.
Categories:
taillight, light, spiritual, symbolism, ,
Form: Free verse
I want to take a drive tonight
through a maze of half-lit roads
paved in onyx shadows.
I want to follow starry streets
that roll in waves of cold concrete
beneath the opal moon.
I want to cruise across the city
through pockets of rose gold light
that bury me in brightness
before throwing me back into night.
I want to merge with this sea of speed,
hear that feline engine purr,
watch the world fly by in abstraction--
an incandescent blur.
I want to join the glowing ribbon
of headlight pearls on midnight highways
that twirl and spin in shimmering arcs
of taillight rubies.
Categories:
taillight, city,
Form: Free verse