Tagged: car
bus, train, or car ride –
bus, train, or car ride –
opportunistic sightseeing:
one; chance nap: zero
.
20220120:1917
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in the middle of
in the middle of
the road, lakeside, a turtle
crossing. mom and i
stopped the car, got out, carried
it to water – karma points
.
20210916:1935
y
pardon, let me park
pardon, let me park
my brain here, turn off the engine
of thoughts, or even
just let it, god-forbid, idle –
yes, for longer than five minutes
.
20210304:2051
y
in the garage, a
in the garage, a
car can dream – past the turn of
the driveway, beyond
the perfectly manicured
lawns, somewhere by blue waters
.
20210126:2100
y
we were in the car,
we were in the car,
listening to The Cranberries,
like every third or
twenty-third newly and
nearly newly coupled,
lovestruck or not yet
requited, waiting
to grow older
while sitting
in the parking
lot of the universe –
Dolores felt like forever
.
20180116:0017
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in the car heading
in the car heading
southeast, we all looked
back towards
the sky’s symphony,
seventeen minutes before
sunset, twenty-two
are we there yets?
until serenity
.
20170803:2256
y
there’s a time to hang
there’s a time to hang
onto the keys, and
a time to let go –
it’s not a
guessing game
.
20141210:0914
y
we’ve all been in the
we’ve all been in the
backseat, softly rocked
by the perennial hum
of the road, shifting
into the subtle curve
of sleep. do not
underestimate
the magnetic pull
of gravel, known
to lie in wait
even for our
dream’s dreams
.
20130714:1400
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a car has just pulled
a car has just pulled
up alongside the
curb and honked
three times, three
separate, but
related variables –
x, y, z – asking for
someone to solve
the unknowns.
as best they
could, the neighbors
are already acting on
their rudimentary
algebra, introducing
new variables into
the equation – as
expected, it requires
more noise
.
20130127:1924
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tuesday morning, car
tuesday morning, car
horns are squeezing
headlights into the fog
of that last treasured
moment before the
alarm goes off. in
pairs, each bright
bulb bobs
and grows, like
winter solstice’s
rice balls floating
in sweet,
gingery broth,
beckoning for a
bite that awakens
black sesame,
and finally, all
the remaining
senses
.
20130115:0836
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