the things that keep me up at night
cats on catnip and cars on petrol
kids lighting explosives in the alley
no longer bother me. you could say they
save me from my subconscious
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Tag Archives: cars
fact 1
fact 1
you don’t have to smoke
the tires off your cars
to be happy. fact. but some do
and some are
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delorean
taken by an idea you
went for mass production
fame and fortune @ a cost unforeseen
your kids all grown up now
redline the concept car
spread the gull wings
fly it offa cliff to break with
the waves
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run on
chevelle on the lift
hydraulics
turtles in a fish tank swimming endlessly toward
a rusty cogwheel tangential to the universe
the phone
far less riveting
full of the world tapped the skull
instead they read
a book
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life before cars
i remember you years back. funny and loud
silence didn’t stand a chance
they expanded the freeway
now i cannot hear the birds
like they planned it
ten lanes now
the whole family out
bowling. an icy can of orange and two
tone shoes. big shiny ball ona slow roll
i got you in my head again. when you left
it was life before cars
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reading #240
shiny horrible new cars
new cars
i would rather keep my old one
it was new 14 years ago
when
i still rather kept my old one
when my old one
now
was new
ten
ten. indivisible
i breakdown, too. useless, not unlike a chevy silverado, nothin in the tank. if there’s no coffee in me by 6am, make a lawn ornament outta me. so i start early, crackin those beans through the grind, by hand sometimes, yawnin bedhead and all, spring winter summer and fall, gotta keep myself runnin and runnin along, so i can be luscious good and vitamin k for you, my love, roarin my middle age burnin fuel with that special manner makes all the millenials turn their heads, double take, slap their faces to wonder where the hell i came from? yes, i am my own sensation, out in the wild west of this great nation, one being, guarded, sentient, indivisible, under god, and irreverent to the core. last week against all odds ran my first ever ultra, just ran and ran eight hours long like a lunatic, up and down quarry road through the american river canyon, drawing poison oak for the second time in three months, so sore for three days i could hardly walk and find me thrilled through the pain… just now i saw the county job i applied for has hit processing stage, so juicy like a quarter orange shall i climb out of my navel and squeeze on to the commodity, precious life, dear god, and hopefully get around my self center and finalize my time, this life, on the carrying about in service to those less fortunate, county state country corner, with a beating heart and a backpack and a rushing spirit glancing off the darkness like light does. that’s all i want, anyway.
Prayin to god on a curb
praying to god on a curb http://www.katyamills.com/2014/03/praying-to-god-on-curb.html
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