"carpool" poems
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The seagull flying over the Appalachians
could not possibly be amused by the
puzzles of an illegitimate composer
and the skyscrapers climbed.
1.
The skyscrapers were played by tall
rocks a girl climbed when she couldn't
remember if the cape she wore was
made from steel or newspaper.
11.
The newspaper they all read together
that morning (girl, boy, king, etc)
promised nothing but a fifty percent
chance of dandelions terrorizing the bus stop.
2.
The bus stop had since become a
dealer corner and the sunset behind
the mountains was blocked by the
flipping hair of a lost boy.
7.
The boy bought a toy for cheap -- it had
a built-in laser, so she stole it to blast a
whole hole in that guilt-ridden quilt hung
over the four dollar love seat.
6.
The love seat, she bought the day he went
to maple -- the soap dispenser was broken,
but she couldn't find anything new (that she
knew) to wash her hands with.
5.
The hands that handed her a hammer were covered
in promotions, so she stole the motorcycle when
they were watching the scarecrow going
through electric-shock, disco therapy.
8.
The therapy that she received from the
parrot-king and his troupe of square roots
was enough to make her not forget not regret
the boy with feathers in his ears.
10.
The ears she woke up with one morning
were different in shape than before
and the black fur she knew
was growing before her eyes.
3.
The eyes of the boy were wider than
the nightly news station promised, and
there wasn't really a difference
between caves and boxes in a town that small.
4.
The town she arrived in didn't have
a carpool lane or derby, so
she had to take her pet goldfish
to the river for his depressive state.
9.
The river wasn't as flooded after a couple
weeks of changing the tune on the jukebox
she found way before the departure
of her white gold pearls.
12.
The pearls she wore for her
coming-of-age were buried beneath
a dirt mound when she promised herself
to always insist on herself.
Apr 23, 2012
Apr 23, 2012 at 10:49 AM UTC
I wait for you to come closer,
To draw closer and tell me
That you can't deal with me
Any more. Not with my
Insane, bordering on
Psychotic, behavior, and
My bipolar mood swings.
But, you draw closer
And you smile right at me,
And draw me into a hug
For a second, that little voice,
Which I am always aware of,
Which tells me I'm never
Going to be good enough
For anyone to accept or like,
Let alone love,
Fades to the back of my mind.
I let myself relax
Into your warm embrace and
I let myself be and believe.
I turn to smile at you...
Before I can see your face,
Your features, I am woken up
From my daydream
By the bell signalling the
End of school. I pack my bag
And head towards my carpool,
My movements sluggish-
Even cheerily wave goodbye to
A few stragglers.
I reach home and eat lunch alone.
I go for tuition, let myself
Become numb to everything
But learning and understanding.
It becomes darker and it's almost 8,
I come back home again.
I had been out from 7 in the morning.
This time, my family's there and
We eat dinner together, though,
I am barely there with them.
They're discussing important
Things like business and will
Talk to me later. I finish eating
And go sleep. Tomorrow's going to
Be the exact robotic same.
Aug 6, 2012
Aug 6, 2012 at 7:53 AM UTC
The day of the site visit
I hurried out at six fifteen to wait
For a train with a waning moon,
Bright Venus and Jupiter hovering
Above the skyline. The amber horizon
Turned to orange and pink
As scattered stars went dim.
Misread the schedule and arrived
Downtown three quarters of an hour
Before my Electric District connection.
An accidental gift to self.
I ascended, ate two breakfast sandwiches
I got for one dollar with a coupon,
Warm in my hands on a blue picnic table.
The sky grew light
Above the Lake and I wandered
Through Millennium Park. It was empty
Or nearly, which felt the same.
The sun broke the bent horizon
In chrome and ice. I took some pictures,
Then descended to find Track Five.
The day's light revealed
Hollow houses with cartoon stone applied
Like paint, unable to compete
For preeminence with two-car garages.
The newest were bigger and offered
In different colors, but all the same.
Driving conditions were excellent.
At sunset I stood on another platform
Above a busy highway. The last rays came
Through tree branches and melted
Into the pale sky as they left my face.
I had witnessed that sun's birth,
It had warmed me while I waited for my carpool,
Rested with me on a concrete planter after lunch.
I entered the city in darkness
A second time. Changed muddy boots
For clean shoes and hurried to the museum.
It was a free night, overcrowded
With families and children, so difficult
To find a quiet corner for contemplation,
Any sanctuary for my own small soul.
I descended, discovered the typewriters, then
Realized you and I were already there, just
In different colors, using different words,
Spending school vacation to view old paintings
And the Holiday Miniature Rooms.
It dawned and the future was brighter even
As I left the city in darkness.
Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 3:29 PM UTC
If life is a highway
then I'm afraid
the only people I've met are hitchhikers
waiting on the side of the road
for a ride
to anywhere really
I stop
because I could use the company
and also
I'll get to use the carpool lane
Some passengers come and go
without much effort on either part
the only thing they leave behind is a slight stench
But then
there are the few
who insist on driving
and take roads
to places
I never thought to imagine
they set up permanent residence
and I am
helpless
in the passenger seat
but as it happens
with hitchhikers
they merely want a ride
to that better place they're going
and I
am just
the transportation.
Feb 21, 2012
Feb 21, 2012 at 5:08 PM UTC
I am prepared to caravan our
Cargo across the country into
New times zones.
Carpool with our college friends
Through rush hour traffic and back roads
Without street lights or deer crossing signs.
Pledge my allegiance to the
Fraternity of road trippers who
Believe all homes are mobile.
Measure myself by interstate
Mile markers—every township line
We cross is an invisible stamp
On the passport of my soul.
Spend bathroom breaks between pilgrimages
Gluing Polaroid pictures of our expedition
Next to city names in our road atlas.
Learn how to **** into coke
Bottles in bumper to bumper
Traffic between rest stops.
Discover new reasons to live
As the glow of brake lights guides
Me toward the next exit.
Dec 26, 2015
Dec 26, 2015 at 12:12 PM UTC
We cannot get to
Happiness if we are not
in the carpool lane
Mar 15, 2013
Mar 15, 2013 at 12:15 AM UTC
The day that my daughter
Starts elementary school
She’ll meet a little boy
And he’ll join our carpool.
With this little boy
Tea parties she’ll have
He’ll teach her to play soccer
He’ll make her laugh.
Together they’ll get older
Through the oddest of phases
But it’s my little girl
The little boy always praises.
They’ll go to prom
Walk in hand-in-hand
Each other’s secrets
They’ll always understand.
When the time comes
He’ll ask for permission
And my husband will say,
“On one condition.”
“Treat her well,” he’ll say.
“And if you don’t I will know.
She was my little girl
Not so long ago.”
He looked at my husband,
The boy—man, I mean,
And for the first time
A man he seemed.
He reached into his pocket
And took out the ring
He’d place on my girl’s hand
In the middle of spring.
Nov 19, 2012
Nov 19, 2012 at 9:13 PM UTC
In- transit housekeeper with a-
beautiful name
Suspicious College Park subway-
people , waking replays
Telltale inhabitants , blustery November-
commuter stations , screaming trains
Lawyers carpool south , caretakers charge-
north in ***** rain
Kinetic Georgia peonage channeled-
through a "City too busy to Hate" ..
Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 7:38 PM UTC
I'm sorry. I'm so incredibly sorry that I'm at a loss for words. I do know this. Bodies come and go. Physical living heart beats come and go. Voices and hands to type come and go. The beauty of life is that the soul transcends the physical. Bodies are vehicles for the soul. Sometimes people lose their driving license. Maybe that just means they need to carpool. Love is proven true when you feel the burn of its absence. Please remember that just because there is no voice to hear, or body to hold, or ears to listen; does not mean a person has left. Souls are silent, but they will not leave those who love them.
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 10:21 PM UTC
we don't dance, not tonight
tonight, we are all looking a little bit more fabric than body
and I've got that sort of forced smile, awkward pose, first month of high school kind of look
the one with the wrong shoes, and the sweaty palms
the one with his older brother's suit, and no corsage
the one where we carpool
so we don't dance, no, not tonight
tonight is about feeling small next to the speakers
about the heel breaking, the uncomfortable laughter, and the sunday school slow dance
tonight is before the attitude
tonight is more dress than hips,
more dirt road than runway
no swagger, not the middle of dance floor
just a long line coming from the bathroom, and a mean homecoming queen
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 9:57 PM UTC
Zibbyzabby
Pontchartrain
Westminster Abby
Carpool lane
Sixty four g
No-fly zone
Zingaboppy
Rent-to-own.
Lay down a beat
Make some noise
Out of my seat
Girls and boys
Empty calories
Some free radicals
Kiss your babies
Separate but equal
Bippilyboppidout
Sannabannazoomie
Half a bannable
Yastagoochie.
Fastagammarama
Wammadammaboosa.
Crestarestalini
Totally organic loofa.
Locomotion ocean
Witchyglitchystuff
Beedee essem
Treatemkindarough.
Hepanepa plop
Simulated leather
Random drug tests
Keep it all together.
Mar 22, 2017
Mar 22, 2017 at 1:52 PM UTC
Cyrious.
My own Spelling.
Polly Wogs and Knick Knacks.
Goldfish and Brac-A-Brac
I remember you. I’d love for you.
If it makes any sense
My Thoughts Where Have They Gone?
Tell you know I’D.
It’s just a bridge, there is nothing here.
The perfect is the biggest imperfection.
I MISS THE OLD DAYS,
Times of pure nostalgia
It was Laughing and play all day
Till we left and went our own ways.
You remember it
I tell you, I miss it too
The fun times,
When everything seemed okay everything was right.
Always tell, we put each other up in a fight.
I can remember when there were many
AND.
We had our loved ones close by.
Carpool and late night swims
Neighbors knocking at our door
Making too much noise stomping on the floor
But now, It’s gone, It’s all too quiet.
Neighbors, they wonder, if I’m even here.
I question, what ever happened.
Life. No matter.
If we’re standing still.
It will go on,
Without us here
Little impact makes it clear.
If there’s a point
Please take me to it.
I disappear as the last match is lit. .
Silver Bands on your finger
Are we the same in one?
Perhaps it is no one à perhaps everything is undone.
The thoughts the Thoughts.
They swarm in our minds.
Are they confusing?
Listen to them all at once.
They say Practice Makes perfect,
But no one is perfect, so there is no need to Practice.
Pretty Girls and Silent Boys, they all cry.
The good, the bad, the inanimate, they all die.
We like to think we all have our part.
That when we die there is a torn up heart.
But that’s not true.
There is nothing to lose.
For no matter how hard we try.
Un-Important and Fleeting is our story,
And there is nothing we can do.
Oct 19, 2013
Oct 19, 2013 at 2:51 AM UTC
Hey baby, wanna keep me warm?
I can't seem to sleep if someone isn't beside me.
It's the witching hours, and their bewitching powers
I'm enraptured by bad decisions
I only like bumming smokes from friends
So I can be properly shamed
I am waiting for the butterflies
I'm waiting for when the time feels right
Only instinct knows how to guide my soul
Be friends with everyone you meet
You never know who you'll carpool home with
electrotango makes me sleepy
when I've been out all night
staring at screens
after so many faces
you must earn your keep here, girl
or you shall suffer the consequences
earn it, learn it, or you'll burn it all
yeah, you're more likely to burn it all
Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 6:10 PM UTC
Dear William,
It has been 3 days since you left me alone here. Your death has been one of the toughest parts of my life. That day that your mother called to tell me what happened was one of the worst days of my life. She told me, through tears of grief, that you were driving home from school when a truck hit your little car. They say that you died instantly, which gives some hope that you didn't feel any pain. What I never told her was that I asked for a ride home that day. You brought me to my house, and as usual, dropped me off with some crazy hopeful phrase. The words you said that day are ingrained in my head forever. "Don't hold anything too close to yourself, because if it gets ripped away from you, you will never recover." I guess you were right Will, I never did recover, that is why I write this to you. I could've have taken my carpool home like I should've, but I didn't. Instead I wanted to spend time with my best friend, the guy I considered family.
At your funeral I will put this letter against your headstone and leave it there. The only person who needs to hear this is you, and if you hear this I will be brought to peace with myself.
I only wish I could've told you one more time how important you were to me. That day you came to save me from hanging myself was one that proved that someone cared, you cared. And now I miss you more than ever.
You were more than a friend, you were my savior, and that is why I will miss you more than most people will ever know.
Your Brother Forever,
Riley
Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 4:33 PM UTC
Star crossed, soul mates, kismet
cliches!
Meaningless fiction - the foundation
found only on screen...
Then I saw you!
Standing tall and strong
like a century of old-
protecting your child.
We two - Strangers ...
planes passing in flight.
Your gaze pierced
deep into my soul.
Dear Gods or Goddesses please be kind
keep this man out of reach!
No such luck
cosmic joke...
our sons - best friends...
I carpool with your wife.
no wonder she kept you hid.
You became a part of my life,
so near and yet so far...
stolen conversations -
"what if"...
I live for an occasional hug
A kiss on the forehead.
I share with you
what I never shared with the ex...
Secrets, fears,
food from my plate!
We covet what will never be...
I curse the stars
that crossed our paths.
Yet-
"The fault lies not in the stars
...but in ourselves."
Feb 10, 2016
Feb 10, 2016 at 8:04 AM UTC
She knows she's imperfect and full of flaws
Not the one that would make the crowd applause,
She doesn't like to wear heels and **** dresses
Just a pair comfy clothes but not to look like a mess.
She's not the one that blushes in every pick up lines
Rather, she'll throw you joke you'll be needing your lifeline,
She doesn't have expensive things every woman dreamed about
But she's a real and grounded woman you can never doubt that.
She wanders to places to see our beautiful nature
Instead of shopping and clubbing it isn't cool,
She doesn't have her own car like it's a majority rule,
You'll see that's not her case, unless it's a carpool.
She might not be the perfect woman you see in the drama
Nor the beautiful one in every angle of your camera,
But I'm telling you when she loves she knows it right
To give it all and she'll do that with all her heart.
She endured her bitter past that made her more matured
and imperfections doesn't feel her insecure,
You'll never have to worry you can be rest assured
and her feelings of love are genuine and pure.
Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 10:29 AM UTC
Altamont was
her ravine
but her
rock leave
rift if
timber drove
her away
but stove
verse finally
where she's
mine but
her arm
wore circ
when carpool
get through
this frothy
hollow again
Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 10:39 AM UTC
How do we as one vehicle
get to something we all want?
We carpool our specialisms
to drive ourselves forward.
Mar 3, 2018
Mar 3, 2018 at 5:13 PM UTC
I sit outside of a closed library
Due to certain citywide cuts
This library has been closed
Since June which comes
Nowhere near explaining
To me why the *******
Pulled in behind me
So much for taking a ****
Off my back bumper
Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 6:32 PM UTC
*like a dragon your breath lingers on my face
i inhale sweet scents of cinnamon and turmeric
the sweat of the days labor
the ecstasy of savoring our good natures
beauty resides in chambers of the mind
i decline accepting favors from neighbors with grudges
and axes to grind
and sharpen my own knives against the silver blades of time
in snowfall the descent of vision is secondary to the suspension of gravity
and love has risen like reverse lightning
hungering for its return to the starry eyed sorcerers
selected from the mantle of antler wearing shamans
the nativity is blind as a blonde from Wisconsin
sonorous dulcimers depart for the auto-tune convention
sing your limits like you spring for chicken dinners
impossible symphonies, silent epiphanies
facsimiles of days spent wading through carpool lanes
with tiny elephants dressed in swimming trunks*
Oct 31, 2017
Oct 31, 2017 at 11:43 AM UTC
god i just feel so distant from all of you
after a carload carpool back from my paradise
i suddenly stopped feeling
anything about you
except guilty and sorry that i was there
i know i did nothing (wrong)
but ruin everything
i used to know i would be sad
if you didn’t choose me in the end
but i’m not so sure anymore
because it feels like i’ve stopped
choosing you
Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 11:38 PM UTC
Table top deity, piggy backing best friend
carpool in the morning, mourning in the evening
mispronounce words from every second reading
take us back to kindergarten
girly hair
cut my crusts
imagination runs amok
yet reminiscing isn't always forgiving to you
Apr 23, 2019
Apr 23, 2019 at 10:02 PM UTC
I’ve been angry so
so long
despite the cost,
it’s familiar warm
consistency
keeps biting back
each time letting go
crosses my mind.
Maybe it’s a worse version of myself
grotesquely missed
in those mornings I wake
free from fear.
Secure knowing
somebody can still
my rattling body
when I'm too bleary eyed
to spend another moment in the carpool lane.
Miracles,
no matter how well laid
slough back
toward a haze more binding
than comfortable.
Just close the door
when there's nothing left to be.
May 26, 2021
May 26, 2021 at 8:49 PM UTC