Roadkill
A stench
Skittles, coffee, and rubber
three tires perched roadside.
Gas station cappachino for adults
Diet coke and slushies for the kids
My father pops skittles like pills
An anatomy exibit sits beside us.
A raccoon curled up in the fetal position.
I named him Rocky Balboa.
Ants crawl around the small intestines.
I'm tempted to join their feast.
Meditating in the gravel,
The sun sets yet we are fully alive.
I wanted to capture a family stranded on the side of the road due to a flat tire. The minor situation is something important to capture in a poem.
Kyley,
ReplyDeleteThis was an intresting piece. I felt like the voice changes in the piece as the beginning starts as just a narrtive background scene being painted and then it goes to a childs point of view. It was intresting because it starts as this feeling of family... if family were a feeling and then it goes to a morbid mind of a child. Maybe if you exted this poem with the second element being the result of a crazy child created from I don't know divorced parents it would be cool. I definately feel like a lot of your work is darker and so working with a dark feeling might be a strength which is why I think a disturbed child resulted from divorce would be intersting. Anyway good work :)