SuperNova Afterglow: End Of Days

Soul of a Careless Driver

Damn cellphone
So easy to write poetry to you
Does it have to be in traffic?
Muse thinks so
Better than scribbling
On a grocery receipt
While exiting highway of delusion
Thinking
These words need capture
I won’t recall
Ignoring what Mama said
If you can’t remember
Must not be important

But this heavenly device
Talk to text
Could secure even
The most tragic thoughts
Or
My last moments
Worth it?
Muse seems to think so
Or have I been answering petulant mirth of youth
That child could never grow up
Eaten but undigested
In my belly
Where I spare him life

This wheel is so easy to manage
I could set up office
By air vent
Phone accessibly clipped
Hands free
Siri answer me
Can you open notes?
She will comply
My secretary
Because
In ten minutes of clarity
Serendipity will inspire muse
Play with the lonely child
Transient in memory
To try again understand
Why he’s jailed
In the soul of such a careless driver.



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Soul of a Careless Driver

Damn cellphone,
so easy to write poetry to you.
Does it have to be in traffic?
Muse thinks so.
Better than scribbling
on a grocery receipt
while exiting highway of delusion,
thinking,
these words need capture.
I won’t recall.
Ignoring what Mama said,
If you can’t remember,
must not be important.

But this heavenly device with
talk-to-text
could secure even
the most tragic thoughts,
or,
my last moments.
Worth it?
Muse seems to think so.
Or, have I been answering petulant mirth of youth?
That child could never grow up,
eaten, but undigested
in my belly
where I spare him life.

This wheel is so easy to manage.
I could set up office
by air vent,
phone accessibly clipped,
hands free.
‘Siri answer me.
Can you open notes?’
She will comply,
my secretary;
because,
in ten minutes of clarity
serendipity will inspire muse,
play with the lonely child,
transient in memory,
to try again understand
why he’s jailed
in the soul of such a careless driver.



Sent from my iPhone