from scratching the steel sky
with your lisp tipped tail
blind eyeing lightning
whilst veering towards
the biggest bang imaginable
sporting a Grand Canyon smile off ward
born in a bumper car
star spangling sparks
watching the launches
of only the best pocket springs
on this luckiest of days
one hundred smiles per hour
one thousand frowns per second
resilient never the less
an infant inferior
pulling all genes up for the task
a clammy cork screwed
abort! abort! abort!
born in a bumper car
pretty, pretty please
slant your humble box:
an idle cube with its sole chair spilling
the black hole beauty buried beneath
her hateful pinhole
born in a bumper car
bracing mid haste
been born with cut brakes
a fast food placenta pronto
premature, I’ll write the ticket faster
an alarming shade of magenta
limber with a whimper
indian style all the while
born in a bumper car
delivering one more sloppy head butt to the pedal
laying tracks without pulling out, fed up
getting left. holding breath.
clawing our humbleness
out and about, the floorboard grooves
will someone, anyone, get us a fucking towel!
born in a bumper car
a red, white, and blue, slimy jellylike fellow
owning a hefty hint of yellow
dear john this, is quite fitting
for a wide eyed boy, heading out, writhing raw
sprawling cold turkey
a preconditioned prisoner
to his very own traumatized turnkey
born in a bumper car
one tough monkey unfortunate
wails upon his waterbed head
to be surely shrunken mit whole love
utterly lulling via latching
unceremoniously
copping mothers silky siphons
born in a bumper car
before a parent apparent
most likely inherently attracted to a somber bar
where the sporadic stare
with judgment hardwired
is lovingly rare
where the divers fancy the drowned
born in a bumper car
naming your poison faced freedom
kool aiding your funneling cake hole
heaving honesty.......... burning bridges
which fall, in the face of such honesty
deserve rubble.
most unfortunately
some willingly
some thankfully
“Don Mattingly?”
born in a bumper car
applauding peers, tagging trains
a lion minus his mane
you want accountability
how a bout, a soggy paper airplane
a signal, a mouth to be honest
is folded among us
there is no time to gloat
having been born without a moat
about as dumb as a second coat
the majority embraces the blue note
in afterthought we
hoped for laughter birth
born in a bumper car
where you’ll hear all the intimate details
sitting on the pilots lap
pleading for a backseat
no doubt bottoms up
swallowing a shotgun
triggering your sadness
pulling your parachute
to a first class seat in a half shell
in a row boat, with one oar, on a door, helplessly selfish
dumbly numbing, every Leo evermore
born in a bumper car
for those who are sinking
seek a few more minutes without pity
either pull them aboard or let them die ignored
born in a bumper car
o to feel the slightest bit of sorrow
for those of us, who won’t see tomorrow
most are asking for another ticket
knowing full well, there is no refund
all should be told exactly where to stick it
now, include yourself
born in a bumper car
nothings fair and few care
I don’t blame anyone for wanting to get out of it
thou hula hoop hilts ones sphere shuttle
an unfettered intro sans full play
smack dab taping an hourglass to thy face
born in a bumper car
all grown up
pooped, ready to drop, wiped out
you better belt out before you bow out
I would hope there are plenty more willing to tow
we’re responsible for watering the wilting
o to be too low to know
o if only the high showed love for the low
lucky’s not heaven sent, honey!!
born in a bumper car
withstanding and withholding
the occasional yet constant fear
of not knowing but wishfully hoping
someone or something will be glowing
when we are gowned or found
born in a bumper car
a tunnel for you
a tunnel for me
we’ll meet in the middle of a tunnel blown up
born in a bumper car
only to be told
to calmly unbuckle
and slowly make your way
to the nearest exit
where the end of your life begins......
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