in heat lightening on interstate 90

in heat lightening on interstate 90

A Poem by writing mojo


put to test

this dominion 


the warning signs

grin opaque 

dead end

cement 


once

lake Michigan pearls

now perfectly

jagged in exoskeleton

grids  


they show half life

through the April fog      

insurrection hope 

on lasting kisses 

that revert 

to condo lit 

wick miles


the light grows dimer

dimer and dimer


with each marker


neon lips

taste of ohms

from litmus bridges 


fail safe changing

where abouts

falling harder

harder with

each look closer  


I'd go back

to Cicero

where we first met  


but there's a heart shaped

stain that twitches off a sleeve

wrapped around a

meter still ticking  


a stranded vast   

likeness of goodbye


the street sweeper

heat waves attempt

cleanse day by day


but never through the remains

of smile

and I sometimes I can blow it off

occasionally become a monument

mistake made by my rib cage

in a xylophone tether


a heart over beating

capable of fight or flight 

tunes

alley hooping to lighten

the prelude    


strung out ghost note

the hazards flashing bright

in exhaust auto fixated 

to rhythm


mechanical 

chrome and gastric 
slighted sighs and smoke

exhaled


and out the window

we go

at 80 miles an hour waving

Kerouac style excommunicating   


the pitter-pattering rain

hushed by white oaks 


seeded
ancestry 
out rustling in

DNA crescendos

for vacationers

passing through

the Midwest


to better spot

lovers land locked

on the map


on fault lines that

take no credit

for matches

that connect 

with spark  


the lantern

from Elisa the cow

kick


dreams

all over again   

 

bottled in lightening

continuum      


for others to feel

the outskirts

of a woman

in Chicago


burning

from within  





© 2016 writing mojo



Author's Note

writing mojo
do what you must..

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"to feel the outskirts of a woman in Chicago"
damn that is good phrasing...a Lake Shore Drive journey for me in this poem, thinking about Chi-town, having lived just 30 miles south in Lockport for 10 years...

you capture the feel of the city in a quite romantic way---she is like a woman.

j.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Oh yes - oh yes -
It's still all there - thanks

Posted 1 Year Ago



chrome and gastric
slighted sighs with smoke
exhaled
out the window
at 80 miles an hour
...and me waving

and for others
it's feeling the outskirts
leave a woman
in Chicago

Lol. ..jeezuz..i just left a flood home in the Midwest..had to build an arch to wave. Bye bye!
Honey..thus read backword at first..in a good way..then projected itself forward. As fast as you could go...bout 80 miles per...lol. And a landscape went bye. ..and a feeling. Of moving on.

Great f*****g piece...always in awe of you!
Love
J


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Posted 1 Year Ago


writing mojo

1 Year Ago

you where in that flood? s**t girl! i hope everything is ok. thanks for the read, as especially in y.. read more
Very nice play with words, strong imagery. 'The warning signs grin opaque.'

Elegant although difficult for a non-native English reader to comprehend the exact meanings.

This review was written for a previous version of this writing

Posted 1 Year Ago


"Whatever it is, I fear Greeks whatever they bring" Virgil said. Or. "Where falling easy is the cast of
shadows and a heart twitches off a sleeve in the standard ash of heated goodbye". Both are the
standard ash of ancient methodology. But love comes, at times, shrouded in momentary
goodness. Like that love at first sight bullshit that the songwriters of the mid 60's use to adhere to.
My dad us to walk around the yard singing "Don't let The Rain Come Down", by the Serendipity
Singers. And it took me until I joined the service and moved out to understand what he was
humming. "Don't let it end since I know damn well it might, but even the seeds planted deep from good
intentions, might not bare fruit..".
bear fruit.
Bare fruit.......Whatever....Tremendous way to get to a love poem brother. Start at the ending.

dana


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Posted 1 Year Ago


You start with visceral visuals and flow through to images that take the reader's breath away on rapids of fierce strength, excellent write...you take away all and bestow all in one swoop...such is the power of your pen :)

This review was written for a previous version of this writing

Posted 2 Years Ago


writing mojo

1 Year Ago

thank you so much poppy for that lovely review

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