Nose to tail grazing

 cars sniff each other

like dogs on heat,

their owners restless, confined

waiting for the next excuse me roundabout

disorderly speeding entry and exit;


farting exhausts add to the ambience

of furious delay,

all sorts of imagined incursions

of assumed priorities,

valued expected space.


These are the beasts of burden

with their armchair promises

of fleeting fulfilment.


The herds will move on

to graze and moan alone in the crusher's yard

killer squeezed at the end of a particular dream,

bones broken unceremoniously


while the occupants find

other fresh fields - freshen up their lives

with babies, dogs, plans for fitness

still pining for discontents.




Profile image


Tue 6th Aug 2019 19:29

Hi David, thanks ! A poem that hinges on an idea that goes from mineral to animal! That road is a long one by the way.

Very kind Tommy. Glad it appealed.

Cheers Don. One that I was pleased with myself.

Thanks Mark. Yes that would be the best place to meditate while you're stuck up an exhaust pipe. Maybe they'll finally excavate that tunnel. It works well on the A3 at Hindhead.

Cynthia, Lisa, David and Devon, thank you for reading and liking.


Profile image

M.C. Newberry

Mon 5th Aug 2019 16:07

I find the "herd/pack" analogy very apt in these lines and agree
especially with Don's comment. When I'm next "nose to tail" on the
A303 near Stonehenge I shall probably remember this blog!

Profile image

Don Matthews

Sun 4th Aug 2019 23:08

I do like this Ray. The lines :

cars sniff each other
like dogs on heat

are great......,

Profile image

Tommy Carroll

Sun 4th Aug 2019 18:23

I agree with Wolf - on both counts!.
Effective standing back analysis Ray.
More than good.


If you wish to post a comment you must login.

This site uses cookies. By continuing to browse, you are agreeing to our use of cookies.

Find out more Hide this message