Monday, November 30, 2009

Metaphor



on I-10, I’m a silver Honda
conservative fuel efficient four cylinder
headers’ asphalt fantasies
obscured by exhaust

windshield cracked
paint fading to grey
factory radio screams lithium rock
speakers can’t keep pace

broken road taunting
with broken limits
concrete barrier keeps me east bound
constructing civility before rage

weaving through traffic unnoticed
hurrying nowhere
sunsets seen only
in the rearview mirror

4 comments:

Michael Serafin-St. John said...

I've always loved driving, both the trip going and coming and having a QUEST to someplace. Driving is an enabling opportunity that I much more fully appreciate now that I am too poorly sighted to do it.

bluerose said...

Hmm. I hate it, especially driving around this city, but I'm sure I'd hate not being able to even more.

Mary Stebbins Taitt said...

WOW! Super stuff.

I saw SUNRISE in my rearview today!

\Nice image and poem.

bluerose said...

Hi Mary! Yeah, I know ;]. I read your post about it. Sounds like you're having one of those days like I was having when I wrote this. Hope it's getting better.