- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Not An Elizabethan Sonnet
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She drives maybe thirty-five MPH
while tailgating fifteen feet away
is a red faced mime in a state of rage
on theMove, Bitch! Garden State Parkway.
Elizabeth's lost in thought about men
next to the concrete green meridian
painted to look like grass in Patterson
"like when the Lenni Lenape Indian
men had grass on their ass 2 a.m.
and didn't know why when asked by their squaws.
Men! We'd be happier without them!,"
she says to the mirrored Mr. Jaws
whose image is closer than it appears
when Elizabeth downshifts two more gears.
- COMMENTS
Cleardaynowalmost 10 years agoDelightful poem. Beautifully depicted. A clash of personalities, of worlds - and soon of fenders. It draws us in and takes us for the ride. It leaves us wondering how the aftermath of the crash will go.
My only uncertainty (curiosity really) was that I was unsure whether Lenni Lenape Indians referred directly back in time to the original and rightful inhabitants of Maryland or whether it was some modern day male society - roughly as 'The Buffaloes' or 'Redskins' - possibly related to a sports team. I come from a different continent.
twelveoonealmost 10 years agoi'm reading way to much into the play with Elizabeth...
but I doubt it. looks like a triple play
5ed
retires the side
high cleverness without the cloy
Oldbear63almost 10 years agoWonderfully told. I like her. Flippen the bird while not moving her hand from the wheel.
