Thursday, February 12, 2009

Fem/Mas Poem



One day a man got an idea when he looked at his ferrari black
Car. He put on his callvin klien jeans got in the car and 
Backed it out of the driveway. On the horizon he could see 
The tangerine  joy of the sunset. The sky was a rich red velvet
Color. When he got on the street he accelerated to five miles per hour.
Then he did something crazy.

Hoping to become a one man show and impress his friends,
He put the car on cruise control. He took hold of the aqua chrome 
Handle and opened the door. The smell of diesel fuel entered the car.
Slowly he lifted himself out of the seat and prepared to put his feet on
The moving ground. This part was essential. All he could hear was 
His heartbeat, then in an instant he jumped out and tried to run alongside 
The car. Before he knew it he was on the ground,
Watching his car riding off into the rising luminous moon.

The recovery process was long and arduous. One day he decided
To try again. Against the blue sky he and his friends set out. 
Once he got onto a good street he set the car in motion. He
Pressed on the sandalwood paneling and opened the door.
Raising the stakes he set the cruise control to seven miles
Per hour. In contradiction with his friends' wishes he 
Began to exit the car.

He let a taxi pass by and then he jumped out. He hit 
The ground running. For a moment he stumbled and
Caught a glance of his coolwater blue sneakers. He
Regained his balance and ran alongside the car. He could see
The pink diamond lights on his dashboard. With growing confidence 
He jumped on the hood of the car. He had mastered the 
Essence of ghost riding.

1 comment:

APLITghosts said...

do people really do this and was someone at the wheel while he was on the hood?