Poetry Blogs (accident)
Clock out, start my car and check my phone.
I look down, see a text "Hey, you doing okay bro?"
Confused and realizing I missed about 12 calls.
Didn't know what was going on, nothing was clear,
*Incoming call from 'enter name here'*.
I answered "Hey what's up?" and then I heard the tears.
"What's going on? What did I miss? Are you alright?"
'You didn't hear? She was driving and passed away l...
Tuesday 11th December 2018 7:58 am
Burn baby and give me some sulphuric hydrochloric acid smoke,
your fire gives me toasted tiktox and crisps me up nicely.
Boom goes the roof when 55 gallon drums go flying and it’s all ballistic.
The money shot is when the boss’s office goes up like a frigging rocket.
He was sat at his desk and went to the moon.
Chemical Ali won’t be coming back anytime soon.
Question is where is his t...
Monday 19th February 2018 10:40 pm
I think I’m addicted to acting the way,
Behaving the way,
No, I never meant to-
No, I never intended to-
didn’t set out to break your heart
I think that it came naturally to me...
Snapping those heart strings it’s what
It’s what I’ve always done best.
Affection is a weapon they say,
Charm is a murderer they say,
The blood you lose...
Wednesday 9th March 2016 7:54 pm
dancing and in hand
with dirty water
ripple down the street
a screeching tire
splashing and skids
on the empty, black road
the engine pumped faster, the gray sky smiled in turn
the tire hopped a curb, then flew from the ground
the tire clashed with the earth
mud splattered the clean paint
the car rushes to gain an in...
Monday 4th May 2015 7:37 am
This traveler was out of luck
The other car oh it was struck
She said it was my fault
Her I wanted to assault
But my thought YOU YOURSELF CAN GO FU**
Friday 8th August 2014 10:07 pm
You drive your Mini in mad rush hour traffic
dodging buses like a pinball.
Thinking your 3-inch steel bullbars
will be strong enough to protect you.
Okay, wrong turn! Hit a wagon and see you burn
as Mini explodes and you die very badly.
Your Mini totalled in your crazy gamble but your
3-inch bullbars are still nice and shiny,
my squash hea...
Tuesday 11th February 2014 8:52 pm
Encounter (This Motorway’s Mine).
A black crow struts down the central reservation,
pecking at the remnants of undefined road-kill.
The white dotted line stretches out forever –
reminds me of the perforated slip on a tax form –
something that’s required but causes great effort
to tear along regardless, and sod the consequence.
A lemon-curd sandwich, parke...
Thursday 21st March 2013 11:02 am
Dream of a nation, they built a big airship for Arctic exploration. Things went so well, taking a plethora of readings and photographs till a head wind sprung up. They used most of the fuel battling the wind. Serious technical trouble followed. This would go downhill, fast.
Ripping fabric, torn envelope. Smashed control cabin forlorn on the ice. Many dead and i...
Friday 17th August 2012 9:47 pm
Pieces of flotsam and jetsam floated on the early evening tide. Turning this way and that, always in motion. Never still, each bit jostling with the other for a foothold on the sand, being denied by the rolling water. Little bits of detritus in the ocean. In time, all would be land born...
Friday 4th May 2012 11:30 pm
Be very very careful or this machine will kill you. If you fall beneath the tracks or let the guillotine blade catch you that will be the last thing you ever do, period.
For now the machines can think, they have become aware, have their own intelligence. One mistake will be the end of you.
This is the 21st century and the man-made machines a...
Thursday 3rd May 2012 7:52 pm
We lost Hugh. Flying such a beautiful little airplane in a blue desert sky, what a nice handling jet. Do what you want with her but no high speed turns too tight, might hit invisible wall in the sky. Dogfight every American jet fighter built none can beat the Mig17 Fresco. Turn on a dime, Russia did this almost right. Ultimate aggressor trainer, what better than to...
Tuesday 6th March 2012 5:44 pm
MINI METRO – CHEVROLET MATIZ
Sat in the back of a car – Mini Metro or Chevrolet Matiz –
just waiting for the crash. My crash part of our crash.
Pulping my flesh, tearing skin, crushing bones.
Severing my head as my unbroken left arm twitches –
nerve ending! At my eyes’ last sight.
Mini Metro comes to rest on its side, petrol pools and burns.
Other car gen...
Wednesday 23rd November 2011 11:18 am