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


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.