#GloPoWriMo #NaPoWriMo Day 16 ........................................ drive thru life

photo by EJR ©

drive thru life drive thru life 
drivethrulife drive thru 
drive thru drive drive drive thru 
drive thru life 

what do we worship 
if not power from wealth, 
for wealth 

does mantra-fication of 
"in the beginning" 
bully any continuum 
that we may or may not be aware of

meanwhile we 
me myself and i 
dive in 
each grasp 
clasped fingers 
linger scenting 
what in the air 
furthers the self 
a journey 
into this ideal 
of an always striving 
to grow past created 
future sated, present elated 
still, rat race, value is 
what in you 
stomachs 
what and how much 
murder and slavery 
you attach soul with 

here i am 
in line for a memory 

a little red school house 
a two lane town once ago 
felled trees, wetlands 
old taverns 
come and gone 
concrete and metal replaced 
lost lulled life has become waiting in line 
look out at these buildings 
their right angles, cock rooted to standing 
at attention 
praying entryways 
glass bubble tide and spit  
labia enveloped 
around the wakes 
each exhale leaves 

another car 
peels to a lined spot 
we advance 
waiting 

i go back in 
reflecting 
our faces 
all the waiting rooms 
time stoppers have 
how they work 
turning us inwards 
in words 
through life driven 
wading wombs 

when was it for us 
when was it for you 
when 
we became ants and bees 
hoppers and locusts 
tourniquet forays, tied in twos, death 
Styx crossed then pulled back, skin kited bones 
toe dipped starlight mayflies, near Summer nights, 
third men on carnival rides, crow sharp women 
wolf wearing shadow ware, watch 
watchers afoot and above 

third eyes 
are aye folk 
quiet places 
snippet clips 
blinks where 
imagery bleeds in 

i stole many a time 
a few rounds in 
lamp lantern shade lob thrower 

fell out d
owner, her name was 

rowers rivers rain thick ghost wind 
the cries eyes hear 
when post-anything begins 
we sulk, silk forlorn 
a wanting, sinking in 
nose slit slat fat wheat 
one life or two the price 
for any excursions 
off the plantation 
lest e ye forget 
owning something 
as simple as an idea 
is what bought time 
here to begin with 

another whisper 
another whimper 
another poem 
for when the world ends 
you're in a car 
hungry for something 
hungry for anything 
that too, 
is thirsty 
for what love can do 
with no particular place to go 
another whisper 
another whimper 
another poem 
for when ...


EJR ©