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.
I like the idea of bits falling off the car and scaring the tailgaters. Maybe we could invent a sort of 'ejector button'.
ReplyDeleteThat 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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ReplyDeletewow. gracias for sharing
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteI did get a chuckle out of terrorizing the tailgaters with flying debris.
http://poetryofthenetherworld.blogspot.com/2014/10/octpowrimo-2014-day-13.html
Sounds like the mountain agreed. Applauded. Amen!
ReplyDeleteHow 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.
ReplyDeleteSometimes the clouds are so heavy so they seem to have chthonic origin... I like the idea of an underground cloud factory
ReplyDeleteThis is pure pleasure to read--loving the smirk, and the irony and ubiquity of karma--also the language is gorgeous in its own right.
ReplyDeleteIf your truck could talk, it would probably roll and roll so many stories.
ReplyDeleteThis 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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