I'm on a delivery speeding down this precarious winding road speeding for efficiency speeding for style the sun strobes yellow through the trees like a sign for yielding but the cars behind me tailgate speed is maintained for fear of getting hit.
Time flies as fast as the lines on the road entrance me driving through a haze the sun is obscured by cumulus clouds then disappears.
There's low visibility at night and my headlights are fading. Everything is blurry through my win shield. Weather gets colder in the absence of the sun ice forms on the road. A decision is made to maintain speed at the expense of control. A dusty bible slides back and forth in my glove compartment dancing with my wayward movements.
My light traces the road like a spark tracing a fuse the wick burns quickly for a fiery delivery. My yellow lights trace yellow lines so the road stays yellow all the time but I can see the darkness over my shoulder as well as the road's my headlights keep the darkness at bay but it's tedious driving this way.
Movement never ceases I shouldn't be texting and driving but I need someone to know I'm trying. This road took everything from me this road became my purpose something somewhat special that couldn't be purchased.
I'm on a delivery destination undefined it's not about where I'm going but how far which is why I wish I could buy a new car.
She smiles at customers while making rounds in this busy town.
Pizza comes out of the oven.
Taste buds are in heaven.
Children smile with splendid delight when the pizza delivery gal is in sight.
It’s not all smiles.
She can go for miles with no gratitude because of an *******’s attitude.
Sometimes she gets tipped.
Other times, she gets gypped.
However, when she tells stories of tips and smiles from pizza glory,
This is the life of pizza delivery
Sometimes it *****
But There's hope within the misery.
This is literally the cheesiest poem I've written. And probably the cheesiest one you've read. It was inspired after hearing many stories from my ex about delivering pizza to various different customers... customers ranging from horrid to wonderful.
Either vent out whatever is boiling inside you and extinguish that fire that is burning your soul and heart or keep quiet with deliveries of fake smiles and live your whole life as a pyre. Choose wisely !
Bouquet of pink roses wrapped in conversations All I wanted was to see you happy and fill the vase Your door will never be wide open for this affection But I'm happy that I'm allowed at the doorstep place Because I'm the lucky winner of past rejections I'm bad at connecting strings and keeping bonds Yet the doorbell still rings a welcoming sound And when I stand on the welcome mat, the world warms Because I'm the lucky winner in your embracing arms
You release your words Deliberately; Measuring each syllable, Carrying all the consonants, Gathering up the vowels, And waiting for the light Before you cross. Certain words put a curve To the shape of your mouth And your eyes, confidence.
My words are forced unwilling out the door; each one pushing on the one ahead, an unbalanced mass; tipping forward until they fall Out in a rush, elbows out, Knees weaponized; Falling over each other, still breathlessly barrelling on.