06-06-2006, 03:55 PM
poem entitled: Car-driven existance...
Mechanical heart pumps crismson black,
Piston-cylinder broken and way off track.
"No need to worry" said the passing truck driver,
I replied, "If you say so" and I hope everything will be better, I should have said never.
Hands at ten and two but axles scream the break-yard blues,
Attempting to push foot karma, unable to stop oil leaks feeling like damn fools.
Angelic friend on the phone said, "Just pull the key and you should stop."
I thought and said, "Maybe its time to take this piece of junk into the shop."
Damn breaks cut out, acceleration increases to vrooms and screetches,
Steering wheel key ignition and the tick tock of time death leeches.
The police officer said, "You can't stop this manic thing of car shit!"
I stated with soaked cracked eyes, "Officer, life is playing russian roulette."
Card 52 Aces in the back window and lucky dice on my rear-view mirror,
Sounds of caution car warning sirens and the images that always seem nearer.
Death asked me the one thing which you never want to hear, "Do you want to die?"
I said nothing with my hands on the wheel, looked at him and just cry, cry, cry.
Nothing to look foward too but the monotony reds and highway hypnosis,
Maybe this, plowing off the road to twisted metal soul escape can final my crisis.
I asked the car choaked up, "So what's it going to be, shall I end this, our misery?"
The car looked on with headlights dimmed and responded, "Take your life and that is plain thievery."
"Why should I live when life lives to see me bleed and cry."
The car just said ,"Listen I need you to drive with me so please just try."
Mechanical heart pumps crismson black,
Piston-cylinder broken and way off track.
"No need to worry" said the passing truck driver,
I replied, "If you say so" and I hope everything will be better, I should have said never.
Hands at ten and two but axles scream the break-yard blues,
Attempting to push foot karma, unable to stop oil leaks feeling like damn fools.
Angelic friend on the phone said, "Just pull the key and you should stop."
I thought and said, "Maybe its time to take this piece of junk into the shop."
Damn breaks cut out, acceleration increases to vrooms and screetches,
Steering wheel key ignition and the tick tock of time death leeches.
The police officer said, "You can't stop this manic thing of car shit!"
I stated with soaked cracked eyes, "Officer, life is playing russian roulette."
Card 52 Aces in the back window and lucky dice on my rear-view mirror,
Sounds of caution car warning sirens and the images that always seem nearer.
Death asked me the one thing which you never want to hear, "Do you want to die?"
I said nothing with my hands on the wheel, looked at him and just cry, cry, cry.
Nothing to look foward too but the monotony reds and highway hypnosis,
Maybe this, plowing off the road to twisted metal soul escape can final my crisis.
I asked the car choaked up, "So what's it going to be, shall I end this, our misery?"
The car looked on with headlights dimmed and responded, "Take your life and that is plain thievery."
"Why should I live when life lives to see me bleed and cry."
The car just said ,"Listen I need you to drive with me so please just try."
