the poetry knook, the poetry of stephen m. james

127 Questions

A Beamer with a fish cut me off,
but I call speeding passing and
yearn for risky drivers ahead when
traffic is the 127 sale.
Do you expect me to drive
and not scribble verse on crumpled receipts?
Should I leave earlier to let cars ahead of me
or smash into walls so friends will collide with you
tearing down walls as uncomfortably as driving
on a sunny, cold day? Heat or air?


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