I bought some windshield-wiper fluid
And some Ex-Lax for my bowels
I had no toilet paper
But I did have paper towels
I wiped the windshield-wiper fluid
On my windshield made of glass
And I wiped the paper towels
On my stinky little ....
Categories:
wiper, humorous,
Form: Rhyme
Diagonal snow
Glides effortless through
the countryside of the
Amputee windshield
For the passenger side
Has always had a reticent view
Steam rises loftily
From a topless treat
Of gas station coffee
That which further
Obfuscates the scene
Mousey and silent
Each flake falls
Like the wings of
An owl unhurried
Speckling the air
With flurries of tiny
Feathers
If snow is a blanket, is the
Earth a frightened child?
Is there a force, a specter
So haunting it summons
A crystal storm that beguiles,
Sure, a burden to some
But a spectacle for all.
High beams undress
The night, slipping away
Its silken onyx sundress
In its unblinking gaze I
Recall conversations with
Someone I no longer see
Hoping for fireplace romance
Surrounded in snow globe scenery
I try not to live
in the squall of regret
Even if every drop
Falls so softly, I must
Simply keep my foot
On the petal, and listen
To the engine’s counsel
Its kind whispering pistons.
Categories:
wiper, loneliness, memory, night, silence,
Form: Free verse
There is a blurred brumous haze.
Afloat upon a invigorating mourning.
Alive with the aroma of petrol and
cigarette smoke.
The glass somewhat stained with a rich
smoky grey.
Raindrops like perspiration on a mother in childbirth.
A broken window wiper beats a jungle beat.
Across the clammy windshield.
Harsh noises of horns honking.
Intermix with the wiper blades.
To make a cruel early mourning remix.
Of yesterdays one hit wonder on the radio.
I am not asleep nor am I fully awake.
For my eyes are as heavy as the static rain.
I am blinded by the oncoming onslaught of
lights and traffic.
Like a metal stampede rushing at me.
As if i'm a capeless matador.
Categories:
wiper, introspection, on writing and
Form: Dramatic Monologue