Friday, September 25, 2009

a night, a drive and death

dark wind
sings as it dances
.
rooted in the sand
the lonely tree joins
.
shrubs whirl past
moving in reverse
limbs split to strands
by cold cutting wind
.
death licks the bugs
off the windscreen for starters
its breath frosting the glass
cutting off the road
.
reason panics
trapped inside
opens the window
takes flight
.
laughter shakes the car
upside down
the main course served
with warm sticky sauce
.
full, death explodes
embedding bits and pieces
deep inside the rest there
and a few away elsewhere
.

4 comments:

moochhi said...

very visual as always, good one. 'reason panics trapped inside opens window takes flight'. lovely cadence.

Savitha said...

what do i say ? pain strikes again as i read this..ironical, that i have to say this poem is one of your best..

Nirmala said...

amazing how you can think like this!

(¯`•._.•[Raaji]•._.•´¯) said...

beautiful, glad to get something from you after a long time :-)