Racing Cars

 

. . . Contortion is the beauty
makes the mirror Poetry!

 

in silent fervor we watch
fragile cars, in tv warehouse
chases, as we might ourselves
walking or laughing through
ponds of, say, gasoline spills
(still horror, maybe), seeing a
bit of rainbow-looking weather on
them, a bit of green in the gloss,
but our faces reflected on them,
nevertheless. our steps are careful
on these dark glosses, as we could
slip on the spill, then our faces
afloat on these gasoline spills
become dirty faces; for fragile is
man, as fragile as: when sudden fires
blow from accompanying tinder in a
gasoline spill, that bulldozers warp
from where we stand, where we watch
with fragile watchdogs, our eyes, to
see Gasoline Spill & other faces.
our eyes, yes lovely they are,
watch fragile car-visions,
fragile earth visions of fire,
often yet remembering nothing
but one’s face on the spill
spots, and, not to forget,
one’s driver’s license

 

 

 

 

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