e/E
By Godot
e/E
the gauge, it said "low"
on a friday night morning
the gauge, it said "low"
like an uncertain warning
"you're running on empty
with nowhere to go
you're running on empty
and you might as well know
there was less in the tank
than you would admit
and this gauge suggests humbly
that you should submit
to the science of numbers
and figures and facts
drop all the pretenses
along with the acts"
and the gauge spoke serenely
though savagely cold
impassive, impressive
and frightfully bold
for all my achievements
and all my proud talking
meant naught to the gauge
which then sent me walking
down the long road
toward the nearest gas station
with rational malice
without hesitation
some signs read "east"
but were otherwise bent
as if their condition
could voice their dissent
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Comments on "e/E"
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On Monday, June 26, 2017, midnights voice
(971) wrote:
Reminds me of the Jackson Brown song ,"Running on Empty." I started to write down a few lines instead I had that old impulse to do a few .
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On Sunday, April 17, 2011, ArcticWolf999
(55) wrote:
i never heard such an original metiphor.
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A former member wrote:
This is cool. Nice metaphor, very unique!
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On Sunday, April 11, 2010, punk mc cool
(75) wrote:
hmm nice poem i liked it :)
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On Tuesday, July 25, 2006, purr_verse
(1059) wrote:
Outstanding metaphor here, and the underlayers in that concluding stanza are fantastic. As is, of course, your astonishingly strong command of metre within story. I think nobody here does rhyme better.
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On Thursday, September 4, 2003, Liz
(267) wrote:
Well yes if you want it to be about gas, then ok. But it's so much more to me. Pushing past mathematical limits... thank you. Great piece.
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A former member wrote:
i really like it. . it is diffrent from the cutting sad poems i have read all day. . very nice
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On Saturday, May 24, 2003, muckraker
(14) wrote:
great example of making much ado about nothing...i did however enjoy it...nice job
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On Wednesday, March 12, 2003, Jonas
(720) wrote:
running on fumes... or huffing them... i feel weird. no, actually, good poem, great flow, i feel left on a dusty road, out of gas as hicks drive by and bark or something.