Out of Port
EvilToasterElf
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Out of Port
A red Ford Explorer
drives through a shallow puddle
at 65 miles an hour
the sun steadies its aim
and shifting rainbows
grasp the black bumper
like a colored leviathan
stalking a fishing trawler
the Empire State license plate
veers onto an exit
the prism sinks
back into the oil
of the salted highway
A red Ford Explorer
drives through a shallow puddle
at 65 miles an hour
the sun steadies its aim
and shifting rainbows
grasp the black bumper
like a colored leviathan
stalking a fishing trawler
the Empire State license plate
veers onto an exit
the prism sinks
back into the oil
of the salted highway
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i thought you meant your bottle was empty!
either way- I like!
INTER-FUCKING-MISSION!!!
Newcastle-Riverside 02/22/92!!!
E.rutherford New Jersey 01/06/06
Athens -Greece.survived !barely-
Wembley 18/06/07- no words- just smiles!
But otherwise, I definitely dig. One of those things that no one usually notices or remembers...
Noticed... and remembered.
i think it captures those rainbows wonderfully
good flow and pull
colorful images
very
vivid
i so get the sun steadies its aim
and
cabammm
all lit up across the salted highway/
ok
wow
(more of these).....
Now that I read it again, I understand the "steadies its aim" part. My brain was thinking it like "The sun steadies something else's aim" and not its own.
Now I understand, and it is grand, and I like it even more.
Still don't think the title fits though. I'm probably misunderstanding that, too.
out
of hell~port
all things can be defined grand with the right words
i like this the way it is
but by all means, expound
drives through a shallow puddle
65 miles an hour
the sun steadies its aim
and shifting rainbows
grasp the black bumper
like a colored leviathan
stalking a fishing trawler
the Empire State license plate
veers onto an exit
the prism sinks
back into the oil
of the salted highway
which runs through
the crooked mouth
of Delaware county
blasted by mountain men
who ate through the rocks
with dynamite teeth
until gaps in its smile
swung wide enough
for four lanes of traffic
drives through a shallow puddle
65 miles an hour
the sun steadies its aim
and shifting rainbows
grasp the black bumper
like a colored leviathan
stalking a fishing trawler
the Empire State license plate
veers onto an exit
the prism sinks
back into the oil
of the salted highway
hazard lights
squint at cloud cover
over that F-150 pickup
marooned in the dirt
guard rails rise
like a steel fin
circling dead diesels
straddle the curves of
cliff walls
ice tusks slide down walls
like chicken meat
boiled off the bone
the crooked mouth
of Delaware county
blasted by mountain men
who ate through the rocks
with dynamite teeth
until gaps
swung wide enough
as four lanes of traffic
shimmy like wet crumbs
into its gullet