strangers should be more suspicious

strangers should be more suspicious

A Poem by freelancejouster






out of control


careening around the corners,


knuckles clenched white,

gripping the steering wheel,

though i've no idea where i'm heading.


car growing to small,

or maybe i'm too large,

legs escaping from

all directions.


beneath the watchful eye of my mother.


and through the trailer park,

we travel,

and find that my brakes,

emit only sparks upon attempts to stop,


over and through mailboxes,

onto porches to ask for help,

and find that i'm left with

only a steering wheel.


a hasty goodbye,

to the helpful stranger

for my feet are leaving without me,


and off i go again.








© 2011 freelancejouster

Author's Note

my friend Cocoacandy had a dream, and it wasn't much like Martin Luther King Jr. dream. Her version of this event is here: The Strangest one Yet

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What a ride! Definitely inspires one to look for the "oh sh!!" strap :o) good one

Posted 10 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Interestingly written and thought provoking. A interesting perspective cleverly written.

Posted 10 Years Ago

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Added on March 1, 2011
Last Updated on March 6, 2011
Tags: dream, life, thoughts, description




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