Wednesday, July 04, 2012

Speed Demon Stationary


At the roundabouts they hang
On horns and holographic hate
Taste the bitter spittle specked
Defeat on windscreen wasted

4 comments:

richard said...

Wow! Wow doesn't cover it, but I don't how I feel, or what I feel, after reading this. I understand it,
and I've seen it up close and personal. I've always believed it a disease, like cancer. This opens old wounds, I thought closed.

Tom said...

a tirade against road rage? apt

Garth said...

vroom vroom :)

Harlequin said...

you manage to put a face (or two) to the consequences of bullshit ( not to mention spittle)

great poem.