A Fatalistic Approach.
Fatalistic Approach.
Death grinned
at me today
with a red slash
mixed with
an aluminum blur
at 97 miles an hour
as he cut in front
of my Le Sabre
forcing me to parry
his aggressive attack
and leaving my brakes squealing
like a cheap violin
followed by swerving
loud cursing
and my saluting the
interloper with
a single digit
thrust out my window
at his vanishing
rear view
while other brassy horns
played a medley
between the breaks
behind me.
A garden of
single fingers blossomed
out of numerous fists
in a bouquet
presented to me??
as an encore
to my pause in
the steady flow of traffic
while the guilty
assinine, moron
with double ice guard
never saw the angst
that was due him
as he cut and
maniacally wove his way
through a cloud of
exhausted tempers
with his eyes glaring
daggers at any
who dared to
impede him.
Centered somewhere close in the midst
of all this havoc
death grinned at me
his skull shining
in the hot july sun
and his cruel
visage winking
off the chrome bumpers
of the cars left
all around me
Death snubbed me
on that day
at the particuliar minute
as his next statistic
but he soon
enough found
another impatient
and wreckless disciple who would
mesh two vehicles
into twisted, smoking ruins
and who would turn
unsuspecting flesh
into hamburger scraped and
spilled across
the concrete....
Daily Road rage
that is directed against
far more considerate
and careful drivers
causes near misses of
vehicular homicide
just like this one
far too often
across thousands
of highways
Of course I noticed
as I restarted
my journey
that all of the suddenly more alert drivers
to the rear of me
passed by me
in a parade
of disgust
huffing and puffing
and flinging
ugly glances my way
as I become a
false target
for the cause of
their delays.
This wasn't my first
rodeo where I faced
angry horsepower
seeking to eject me
through a window
from my secure seating
and I know there
will be many more but today I
barely escaped
another demon of
death's fatalistic approaches
and continued my
life's journey.
Be alert out there
or be hurt
and Godspeed
to you all on
your passages
across death's favorite
stomping ground.
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© 2010 Matthew Frederick Blowers III