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12 October 2014

True Story

Roll with me here -

Pieces
flying off my little truck
scampering down the highway:
That tailgater swerves and backs off.

/Smirk./

Oh look! Over there!
(Nothing to see here folks)
That cloud is crawling like smoke
under the San Jose Mountain
(is that the name? I can't recall) -
an underground cloud factory

letting off steam.

11 comments:

  1. I like the idea of bits falling off the car and scaring the tailgaters. Maybe we could invent a sort of 'ejector button'.

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    1. That actually happened. Just one piece, but still. The rain guard on my driver's side window got cracked a while back, and the other day the remainder of it just broke off and flew away. And the tailgater really did back off. It was pretty awesome.

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  2. Hope everything get better soon.

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  3. I once had a bit of flying debris take off my side mirror. I also encountered a mattress lying in the middle of the highway. When I called the highway patrol to inform them, they acted as if I was being a huge bother.
    I did get a chuckle out of terrorizing the tailgaters with flying debris.

    http://poetryofthenetherworld.blogspot.com/2014/10/octpowrimo-2014-day-13.html

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  4. Sounds like the mountain agreed. Applauded. Amen!

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  5. How could this be anything but true? I love the speaker's personality, which is more tangible than even the truck or the (what are they called again?) mountains.

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  6. Sometimes the clouds are so heavy so they seem to have chthonic origin... I like the idea of an underground cloud factory

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  7. This is pure pleasure to read--loving the smirk, and the irony and ubiquity of karma--also the language is gorgeous in its own right.

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  8. If your truck could talk, it would probably roll and roll so many stories.

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  9. This short, tight write told all that needed to be told and allowed us to roll on down the road with you, eyes glancing into rearview mirror.

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