these streets are paved
with the bones
of your piss-stained
existence
cops, animals
trees falling on
rotten teeth
by the mouthful
our bloodlust fantasies collide
quarter tank, eyes askew
brain cells dwindling
just one more derelict machine,
built for love,
stalled out
in the left-turn lane.
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Zachary Whalen lives on Vancouver Island. His poems have appeared recently in Gutter Eloquence, Opium Poetry, and decomP. He owns an email (zacharywhalen@gmail.com) and a blog (zacharywhalen@gmail.com).
wow. that last verse says a lot…
“just one more derelict machine,
built for love,
stalled out
in the left-turn lane”
Great poem!
Gerardine Baugh
http://gerardinebaugh.wordpress.com/