"logbook" poems
Forever racing down the highways
of madness in the mind
I scuttle and scare at the engines roar
tossing the needle into overdrive
red bursting at the seams of gravity.
Fully entrenched in the fast lane
I swerve to avoid articulated trucks
filled with layers of reason on why
I should humble myself in this societies
black hole of boundless depravity.
Given the delicious curve of the racetrack
and the one hundred reasons for delectable
togetherness, I shift to a slow rhythmic pulsating finish
savouring every moment I spent in your clockwork
seduction.
Fuelled and fantasy driven I polish
and promote my car with all its grunts and bruises
and speeding tickets, near misses
and conquests as a dangerous drivers
logbook of mysteries and miseries.
This model is old and antique
but oils well and grunts its way to stardom.
Price tag-negotiable!
Author Notes
Is this a anything like a fancy car?
© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved.
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 3:01 AM UTC
let each leaf in the forest
be a love story that anybody can walk through when
they feel alone.
let each late night car ride
carry sonnets, starlit whispers and murmurs
in case it feels a little too much.
let each poem in this logbook
be able to reach into your longing heart and empty hands
for whenever you thought you weren't loved.
i am always one poem away from saying "i love you."
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 4:01 PM UTC
We need a quiet soul.
Without storms in a life.
They feelt always but they don't know.
Life is a big ocean.
in captain's logbook
May 7, 2019
May 7, 2019 at 10:42 AM UTC