walking down the road now
my car named ‘my writing’
abandoned 3, 4, 5, 10 miles
back
it’s hot,
too hot
and the sun shines down on me
making me sweat uncomfortably
and
the road is long
too long for me
because it seems like I’ve been walking forever
and yet I haven’t seen a sign of humanity yet
then it comes screeching down
the road; a car not used to the
speed it has now; and in it is
a man desperately looking for
me
he spotted me
before I spotted
him and just as
I first heard his
tires melting to
the asphalt he
was jumping
out at me his
tongue tied to
the thought he
was trying to
eject from his
body
his talk excited,
he said: “is that
your car?”
I stare blankly
“is that your car?”
“what car” I say
“the one on the side
of the road! that one!”
he spurted out grin
wide
yes,
I think
so
“fantastic!
let me give
you a lift!”
ok
I say
ok
I said
not knowing
what to think
he asked me question after question
(about the car)
and told me how it was a masterpiece!
a genuine miracle! a historic marker
that I must continue to bring to the world!
ok
I said
(I disagreed,
the piece of junk
had just left me in
the desert remember)
he called a tow truck for the car
he dropped me off at my house
he gave me $5000 dollars (for the car)
and then he drove off
smile on his face
I looked at the money,
the tuckered out car,
my house and thought:
How lucky. Maybe there
is something to this car
maybe there was,
because I just got
back in it and drove
down the highway
like usual
Jun 25, 2010
Jun 25, 2010 at 2:42 PM UTC
walking down the road now
my car named ‘my writing’
abandoned 3, 4, 5, 10 miles
back
it’s hot,
too hot
and the sun shines down on me
making me sweat uncomfortably
and
the road is long
too long for me
because it seems like I’ve been walking forever
and yet I haven’t seen a sign of humanity yet
then it comes screeching down
the road; a car not used to the
speed it has now; and in it is
a man desperately looking for
me
he spotted me
before I spotted
him and just as
I first heard his
tires melting to
the asphalt he
was jumping
out at me his
tongue tied to
the thought he
was trying to
eject from his
body
his talk excited,
he said: “is that
your car?”
I stare blankly
“is that your car?”
“what car” I say
“the one on the side
of the road! that one!”
he spurted out grin
wide
yes,
I think
so
“fantastic!
let me give
you a lift!”
ok
I say
ok
I said
not knowing
what to think
he asked me question after question
(about the car)
and told me how it was a masterpiece!
a genuine miracle! a historic marker
that I must continue to bring to the world!
ok
I said
(I disagreed,
the piece of junk
had just left me in
the desert remember)
he called a tow truck for the car
he dropped me off at my house
he gave me $5000 dollars (for the car)
and then he drove off
smile on his face
I looked at the money,
the tuckered out car,
my house and thought:
How lucky. Maybe there
is something to this car
maybe there was,
because I just got
back in it and drove
down the highway
like usual
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