Open Poetry #25 |
Why I Don't Drive (PureGonzo) |
Aenimal Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-18
Posts 7350the ass-end of space |
Two tonnes of metal and plastic hurtling over tar slot tracks fear and loathing at high speed human luggage on wheels the maniacs surround White knuckled wheel grip as migraine pounds in sickening rhythm to the left turn blinker a soccermom in a ridiculously large SUV has left on for over a mile now (despite the ache that threatens to split skull emptying grey matter all over the dash) Cursing wildly now at the Camaro superstar weaving dangerously in and out of traffic, Andretti on uppers, never once turning on his Road Rage a glaring understatement to daydreams of hood mounted gattling gun and a small but tasteful arsenal of nuclear missles looming on the roof rack.. __________________________________________________ An HST inspired rant [This message has been edited by Aenimal (02-19-2003 11:05 PM).] |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
I like the discriptivness and imagery. Great write. Cold hands means a warm heart |
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GavinKidd Junior Member
since 2003-02-14
Posts 44NH |
This was fun, it reminds me of driving in Massachusetts. Yes, definitely great images. Good one. Kidd |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
neat write |
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