July 26, 2009

Tragedy on a New York highway.

July 26, 2009

 

 

Her family was shocked

The family is always shocked

And deeply saddened

No s**t

Diane was drunk but no one knew it

Diane was drunk

Dead drunk

She drove off the Tappan Zee Bridge

After pulling into a rest stop

Guzzling more Absolut Vodka and smoking another joint

The children were crying

She entered the exit

Drove one and one half miles of Taconic terror

Head on into an unsuspecting SUV

One thirty PM Sunday

Not a cloud in the sky

But there was blood on the highway

Innocent blood on the asphalt

Who’s fault?

Asphalt

Erin was two

Strapped in a car seat

Confused and afraid

Erin’s cousins were screaming

Emma, eight

Alyson, seven

Kate, five

Begging Aunt Diane to stop the car

Please

Stop the car

Stop the madness

The last thing that goes through a drunk drivers mind in a head on collision in their a*s

Westchester County District Attorney Janet Difiore in mugging for the cameras

Michael Bastardi, his son Guy and friend Danny Longo used to live in Yonkers

Michael used to own an auto body shop in the Bronx

Used to breathe

My name is Bryan

Mommy was a killer

But I don’t remember

Ever meeting her

It’s not so far from West Babylon to Westchester County

One man considers it a million miles of hard road

Daniel swears his wife Diane never had a problem

Abscess tooth

Stroke

Something

Some rational explanation

Anything

“My wife was not a monster.”

Details deal a different description

Dilemma of an alcoholic marriage

Briarcliff Manor

Scene of that other massacre in 2008

What the hell is going on here?

You do not down one point seven five liters of eighty proof vodka and smoke multiple doobies on a four hour road trip if you have never inhaled

Unless you have some practice at the art

No matter the spiritual

Reason will out

We are here to learn

To think

For ourselves

I sometimes wonder

What my sister was thinking

When mommy pointed our red Ford Windstar minivan

Into that seventy nine year old man’s SUV