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Ode to Speed
By cadymae
surveying the wreckage with bruised eyes
the only question is
"why"
the only answer "why not?"
calculating odds
at this late date is
pointless
precisely
because you are standing there calculating.
the smell of blood and baby scab
colors the
scene.
the future looks rosy
the past ridiculous
I want to ride again
but my steed is broken
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Copyright 2012 cadymae
Published on Thursday, November 1, 2012.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
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On Friday, July 12, 2019, carlosjackal
(2788)
wrote:
I can feel Bukowski's envy unfiltered from the clouds..Another tasty piece.
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On Friday, November 2, 2012, FadedBlues
(2096) wrote:
...very sad to lose that companion, Ninja w/an iron heart...
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On Thursday, November 1, 2012, BetaWolfinVA
(791) wrote:
you are a braver person than I... Loved your wording
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On Thursday, November 1, 2012, dwells
(4177) wrote:
After further contemplation, perhaps "the first time" could be an alternate title, maybe?
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On Thursday, November 1, 2012, cadymae
(73) wrote:
Commuted for 11yrs til I met a drunk who was running a red light.
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On Thursday, November 1, 2012, dwells
(4177) wrote:
Gotcha, I need better mental radar, thanks Cadymae.
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On Thursday, November 1, 2012, dwells
(4177) wrote:
Sounds like a Mazda to me, cheers and still pondering, but baby scab has opened up another universe, cheers!
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On Thursday, November 1, 2012, cadymae
(73) wrote:
Was staring at my wrecked Kawasaki in the po-po lot... Broken nose n stitched up cheek n lip.
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