Saturday morning,
your head sways with the steering wheel;
the highway polarized
as you ponder
the mystery of scattered cars pulled to the side
of the road, flags of surrender
tucked into doors and windows
waiting to be towed, forgotten
in the Saturday morning sun.
Friday night,
you observed those stranded motorists,
probably drunk or disgruntled
that the bars had not provided release for
the hate sex the week filled them with.
You imagine them balancing
along those solid white lines, like
infinity’s chalk outline
waiting to be picked up, saved
from the eventless melee of Friday night.
Saturday evening,
your sponge, soap and bucket tinged with red;
maroon handprints
forever gripping the white bottle of stain remover
that has done little to help.
You still see them in the back seat,
their eyes wide when they realize what you are,
waiting for that dark place, anxious
for the screams, the blade, the blood.
Barry Napier has had more than 20 stories and poems published in online and print publications. His collection “Debris” is now available. He works as a freelance writer and enjoys coffee, minimalist music and irony. You can peek inside his head at http://www.barrynapierwriting.wordpress.com
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February 20th, 2010 at 8:04 am
Gut Yuntif y’all.
February 20th, 2010 at 8:14 am
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February 20th, 2010 at 10:40 am
Nicely done, Barry. Love what you’ve done with those abandoned cars.
February 20th, 2010 at 3:18 pm
Fantastic last lines, sir. Great job!
February 21st, 2010 at 8:23 am
Excellent poem with a shivery good ending.
February 22nd, 2010 at 11:14 am
GRRREATT
5 *****