01 March, 2009

Randomness

Tangent

I always come to my computer,
Hoping to write a poem.
With unforgettable rhythm,
That sticks in your head,
Like a spoon,
When you try to scoop out ice cream,
But you bought it like weeks ago,
And it is frozen solid.
So frustrating. Where was I?
That is right, but I never get around to writing it.
I am so lazy, that the words seem,
You know when you driving on snow
And you just hit the acceleration too much
When you were completely stopped.
The wheels move but you move no where,
And you start to slide and you get nervous.
It happened to me once, December of 2007.
I was stopped at a stop sign, and this bitch
Decided she was going to not stop
And just ignore the giant red sign.
Man I wish I was a cop,
Just to pull over whores like her.
She was a brunette, with her eyes wide,
I think she just got her license.
All the more reason to ticket her.
So, she passed through, and I was so angry,
I hit the accelerator with more force.
It slipped, I slid, I screamed for a moment.
But I realized I just need to lighten up,
And then slowly press on the gas again.
It was a scary moment, but I forget,
Why did I mention this?
Oh, because that is what I feel like.
When I come to the computer, I slam on the accelerator,
And expect a masterpiece.
Like I am some Andy Warhol portrait of
Condensed Soup. Which I never understood to begin with.
But do not even get me started on that.




Car Affair

Of course on the highway
You would show yourself.
I never met you before,
Some new white make,
Probably from some popular
Convertible manufacturer.
Slowly you let me glimpse,
Then you speed hurriedly ahead.
Careless staring to the side,
I nearly ram the truck
In front of me.
I would have been demolished.
Yet, my foot still accelerated,
Around the traffic before me
To see your face once more.
Passing you, I stare.
Almost causing an accident once more.
Following you intently,
My jalopy loses your drift.
You sped away. Fast.
I kept my eyes on your tail.
Weaved in and out,
Tried to say Hello again,
But my exit came up, and
You were not changing lanes.
I knew this was good-bye,
Forever. So long white car.
You never knew me,
But we had an affair.

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