Dexsta Ray Jr.
The Bystander (Inches Away) - Poem by Dexsta Ray Jr.
'Tis a very busy day
The traffic is
The air is like an oven switched up to broil
Do move tortoise!
For this traffic is a burden to... see
Lest we surely be roasted!
Spoken attitudes and blasphemous words
Uttered from the car behind
This... it's dying to merge
I can see the supermarket up there
Now, if only I could make this, right
Before another car'd turn out in front of me
Screeches... so I had to stop...
And.. she's still speeding
Fortunate for me though
I threaded the
Pulled into the parking lot... looking for a parking spot
Up close.. I'd circle five times
To say the least, though
But I'd find mine in the back by a tree
On the left side
Stepped out... walking
To the store
I'd walk in and go straight to customer
Outdoor life, I need a cartridge, two oh four
Big game hunting, now, we're about to do some more
I'd get em' and was finished within minutes
And then it's to where we are
Hunting and the fishing
I'm rolling, and back in motion on the road
It won't be long now
Something is approaching, oh my soul is going...
I heard some siren sounds in the distance
Oh look... there's a truck
What really grabbed my attention was the... scent
A nuclear waste truck in the mix
All types of radioactive stuff and then
A wheel busted
Spinned out and started to smoke
That was pretty much all she wrote
For the paroxysm
Everyone and everything in the area
Man, that miasmatic cloud could
The awareness froze
Please forgive me... that's as far as the chimera goes
I've a case of writer's
I'm sure you'd write a better close
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