abstract journey

[saw]

what do you say
when the fiber optics are severed
when civility is the very last morsel
in the feedbag of communication
and lately ad libbed ideas
no longer sound sincere,
is turning the other cheek
even if it's just your ass cheek
part of evolution in a polite society,
or am I just an unconsciousness
second story man breaking in
to your head without permission.
albeit without malicious intent,
just a misdemeanor of reckless tongue
it a long life of asked-for-it knocks
sucker punches, raps on the knuckles
from Sister Jo Jo's leather ruler
her habit dripping with perspiration,
I have lumps on the noggin' of my own
personal action figure, I have a bobble-head
bouncing violently in the rear window
of my love-mobile, lead foot on the steel pedal
blue fingers on the wheel, careening
off the hopeless frail guardrails
flippin' on the sunroof, skidding along
the heartless macadam of life while the
deputy of explanations hides on his motorcycle
behind the billboard of reality, staring off
into the dark spacey night of thunderclap road,
radar gun set on, "stun".

[ButterflyKiss]

Wow! That's REALLY good! Really good.

[dadio]

quite a classic poem; like it.