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Passing Fantasy

Passing Fantasy

It’s too early in the morning for this
Except that’s why it’s like this, nose to tail
Winding our way to watering holes, prime grazing spots,
Four lanes wide, none faster than the others.
 
Left lane gets a guardrail and I count the dents, the hubcaps,
Shed skins of tires, and a pile of meat
Too mangled to identify. It’s worse when whole,
Looking asleep and you know it’s not.
 
It wouldn’t be hard to leave. Step out into the tall grass,
Live on the median, scavenger of fast food bags
Thrown out by minivans and SUVs, cold fries and burger rinds
And latte flavoured ice cubes.
 
A hubcap on a stick would keep off rain,
With a blown-away tarp to wrap my nakedness,
And for entertainment, wave at the windows, throw pebbles,
And laugh at startled faces before the herd moves on. 
  

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aquarian_azalea
Jul. 31st, 2008 05:12 pm (UTC)
This is really good. I saw it a while ago when I clicked on your page after seeing some comments you left on ebourland's page, and I looked at your page again today and remembered this poem, and searched for it.

I've added you to my friends list. I share your interests in poetry, making stuff, and writing, although I'm too wimpy to post anything I've written or made. But I'm always glad when others do.
cimeara
Jul. 31st, 2008 09:55 pm (UTC)
Wow, thank you! That's quite a compliment, that you'd remember it 2 months later and be willing to look it up!

Please, you should go ahead and post your writing? If it's somehow more embarrassing to have close friends see, then think about joining one of the writing communities here, one that they don't know about? or other on-line groups, i know they exist. Just don't go for "poetryslamming" yet, not until you want people to tell you how bad you are. ;-)
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