driveby finger

[emel.scott]

What vicious freedom these four wheels
that put the lie to my good grace.
It serves ill temper up to deal,
each card a smarmy, angry face.

I set my stinger in his eye,
then gun it towards a winding route.
Expletives trail off passers-by
as he may be in hot pursuit.

Accelerator under foot,
deposit of my displaced stress.
Depressing, it reveals a root
of cowardice, I must confess.

[stilltrucking]

your intent seems pretty clear to me
but I have heard poets say the meaning lies between the poet and the reader

the mystery is how poetry reveals hard truths.

vicious freedom
hell of a line.
I think you just meme'd me

[constantine]

easy to be outspoken when encased in a ton of metal.

[emel.scott]

yeah, and I haven't even gotten to the nose picking part yet

[Arcadia]

my head feels like that, sometimes! gracias for the poem!!

[hester_prynne]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mXhaBHGhUOI



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[joel]

deposit of my displaced stress.
Depressing, it reveals a root
of cowardice ... .

I really like the flow of thoughts and sounds in this all, really here: [er, um, above]