February 3, 2011

Different

I’m driving on aloe roads
twisting and turning,
windows agar, cool sweet
green density the sun emits
as I hang my left leg out
the driver’s seat window.
A screaming stream below
a groaning cliff, sends shivers
down my plastic spine.
The fearful car pines for
paved roads, but instead
a chocolate hail storm
begins.  I withdraw my
foot from the window
to sit straight up inside
the car.  I close the windows,
and turn on the razors I use
in place of windshield wipers.
Shaved chocolate looks
so pathetic right now.  Night
comes from somewhere ahead,
so I beam, and continue my
trip to party at a giant cupcake
mansion with a pink icing roof.

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