Parallel Parts

Parallel Parts

A Poem by The Twin Arenas
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the fewtch

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Truck backs
up and slides
We sweat and smell like brown
sugar not sweet
And watch that truck slide.

Your sister talks
about the clubs
and how you help
all the young men
who are flunking
out of university.

From our window
we watch that truck
slide back and into
another truck and into
another truck and into
another truck and into
another truck.

And I wonder what will stop them from sliding forever all the way around the world.

© 2019 The Twin Arenas


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the act of sliding is always a scary prospect.... the irony of which it is best to steer into the slide and then exit it rather than to counter it immediately. much the way of the tone of this poem the counter is best achieved when going with rather than against the flow of motion. Sometimes the back slide is in fact an indication of steering in the wrong direction and going the course incongruous of the vessels best interest.

Posted 1 Year Ago


great poem. smooth flow and simple, yet meaningful in a way. I like how in the end you say what will stop the constant sliding...makes you wonder...I really liked it (: thank you for sharing.
-Angelina

Posted 1 Year Ago


and then we all flunk out and just keep sliding out of the norm of society...and the chain reaction of life now is a lot of sliding...and not in a good direction...and no one is stopping it.
j.

Posted 1 Year Ago


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A Poem by The Twin Arenas