Autonecropolis

on the road

Far from the warm holes

a mess of doors and

wings, wrecks of dents

and the broken lights of

lost souls,

the shitten hope

of a young man`s last skid

that led to flowers

cold as a country roadside

and the whisper

between the aluminium

begging till the battery leaks;

I did not want

To lose my body

But I was no good at life.

Reviews

[stars are far]

The thing about life is to stick to it no matter how hard is the end, and how this poem ends shows that that young person wasnt ready for the end because he wasnt pleased of he had done in his life. this poem talks about many of those who are dying now, because of any disease ..and it was well written . thanks for sharing :)

[Leslie Philibert]

Thanks for the review and a great new year for you and all your fellow countrymen !

[stars are far]

happy new year for you too :)

[Tina Kline]

A very compelling poem. Impressive work. We all do the best we can do at this thing called life even if others don't think so.

[Coyote Song]

A very powerful and compelling poem. We never know when our time will arrive or has arrived. We don't go quietly into that dark night but we go. This is a fantastic poem.

[Ruth]

Good lord, this shattered my rationale and soared my visions....expressive and soul hitting...brilliant! xo

[John Alexander McFadyen]

There have been a number of automobile accidents here recently. All with tragic consequences and each one leaves one feeling afraid of the twisted metal and sad at the loss of life. This poem can be read literally or as a metraphor for wider loss. As always such a joy to read Leslie.

[Leslie Philibert]

Hallo John, thanks for the review, and have a fine new year !..