Rearview Mirror Theatre

[lickmyboot]

I have a long commute in traffic everyday and I often make up stories of the things/people I observe. I fully admit I'm a voyeur. Are you game?

Here's the guidelines:
1) Any poetic form.
2) Must be a poem about something you observed remotely--within the last 24 hours.
3) If there are people involved in the subject or situation of your poem, they must be strangers to you.
4) Have fun!

Okay...I'll start.

 

[lickmyboot]

Driveby

The faded silk scarf
wrapped tightly around your head--
your beauty tucked in like a sleepy child
I'm watching your hands
strangely perched on the wheel
like cautious birds
Dark, round shades curiously conceal
your age and eyes
I think you've narrowly escaped
a run-in with your dead lover's wife
hiding behind graveyard trees
You, with your white finger tapping
slightly against the sun.

 

[JUDO]

Very cool, LMB. I like it. Great little moment of observance and speculation.


- Judo

 

[lickmyboot]

Very cool, LMB. I like it. Great little moment of observance and speculation.


- Judo

Thanks babe! You are the fastest poet in the West? East? You know what I mean. Throw something amazing up here...c'mon...I know you want to!

 

[JUDO]

Thanks babe! You are the fastest poet in the West? East? You know what I mean. Throw something amazing up here...c'mon...I know you want to!

You're right, I do, I will, but I haven't been out of the house today! And I don't think anyone wants another observation of my dog. Tomorrow, always tomorrow.


- Judo

 

[Lauren Hynde]

Wow. Very nice, Lick.

A very good idea for a thread and an excelent poem.

 

[OT]

newlyweds

slamming the door on his rusted truck
waiting for her to round the hood
she snatches his arm and kisses his cheek
young lust -- alive and good

bumping hips while crossing the street
on the way to the hardware store
brushes and paint are probably on sale
when they get home they'll make love on the floor

O.T.
peek at my prose

 

[WickedEve]

Re: Driveby

The faded silk scarf
wrapped tightly around your head--
your beauty tucked in like a sleepy child
I'm watching your hands
strangely perched on the wheel
like cautious birds
Dark, round shades curiously conceal
your age and eyes
I think you've narrowly escaped
a run-in with your dead lover's wife
hiding behind graveyard trees
You, with your white finger tapping
slightly against the sun.

I love this poem. I adore this poem. Did you submit it? I'll vote a 6 on it.

 

[Floater]

Street corner Mona Lisa
By the Marlboro billboard
Bleached by the weather
To a watercolour wash,
You balance on a boot heel
Face kind of out of focus
Hand against a lamp-post
Twisting like a swing door
In a worry of wind.

The lights turn from red to green
The traffic shuffles in to work
Your eyes are on a private dream
Like windows that reflect the sky.

A howdy-doody horn toots.

Like pulling focus, suddenly
The features of your face are sharp,
Already you're disappearing
Through the opened Citroen door
And the street corner seems so empty.

 

[christcat69]

Swinging his wood around like a child at play,
Drinking a budweiser at 8am,
Driving like a complete asshole,
Setting his balls wherever he wants,
Washing them in front of everyone....
Arrogant, golfer prick.

 

[JUDO]

Baby Chihuahua's Mommy

Shiny purple glasses --
More like goggles,
Distract the stray gray.
A Silk scarf hides her neck.

High-booted walking geometry
Covering sidewalks
Like a queen watches a parade.

Chin held high,
Perfect hair,
Beverly Hills nose,
And the the nostrils held - even higher

A Gucci bag
Dangles from the Gucci dress
Which covers the Gucci body
holding up the Gucci soul.

Her projection of
Pretention personified frowns
As my black car makes
The crosswalk

In front of her.

 

[lickmyboot]

Re: newlyweds

slamming the door on his rusted truck
waiting for her to round the hood
she snatches his arm and kisses his cheek
young lust -- alive and good

bumping hips while crossing the street
on the way to the hardware store
brushes and paint are probably on sale
when they get home they'll make love on the floor

O.T.
peek at my prose

Awesome OT!
Ah...I remember the days of humping on hardwood...floors that is.

 

[lickmyboot]

Swinging his wood around like a child at play,
Drinking a budweiser at 8am,
Drives like a complete asshole,
Setting his balls wherever he wants,
Washing them in front of everyone....
Arrogant, golfing prick.

christcat you're cracking me up!

 

[lickmyboot]

Baby Chihuahua's Mommy

Shiny purple glasses --
More like goggles,
Distract the stray gray.
A Silk scarf hides her neck.

High-booted walking geometry
Covering sidewalks
Like a queen watches a parade.

Chin held high,
Perfect hair,
Beverly Hills nose,
And the the nostrils held - even higher

A Gucci bag
Dangles from the Gucci dress
Which covers the Gucci body
holding up the Gucci soul.

Her projection of
Pretention personified frowns
As my black car makes
The crosswalk

In front of her.

Okay Cali girl...awesome poem! my favorite lines I wish I wrote:

High-booted walking geometry

and

Her projection of
Pretention personified frowns

I bow to the master! POST iT!

 

[lickmyboot]

Street corner Mona Lisa
By the Marlboro billboard
Bleached by the weather
To a watercolour wash,
You balance on a boot heel
Face kind of out of focus
Hand against a lamp-post
Twisting like a swing door
In a worry of wind.

The lights turn from red to green
The traffic shuffles in to work
Your eyes are on a private dream
Like windows that reflect the sky.

A howdy-doody horn toots.

Like pulling focus, suddenly
The features of your face are sharp,
Already you're disappearing
Through the opened Citroen door
And the street corner seems so empty.

Great imagery Floater! Welcome to the poetry board! I hope to see more of you and your work around!

 

[karmadog]

Skeeter rides his bike, now
Too many DUIs
DWIs
Fleeing and eludings

He pedals furiously
carrying a big ol
double sink
taken from the trash man.

Thinks--Life's a bitch
and cops are her children.

 

[JUDO]

Okay Cali girl...awesome poem! my favorite lines I wish I wrote:

High-booted walking geometry

and

Her projection of
Pretention personified frowns

I bow to the master! POST iT!

Thanks for the high praise, LMB. Mwah!
The Baby Chihuahua's Mommy is now posted right out in the open for all to see. (I'll bet she's really pissed about it, too.)


- Judo

 

[Angeline]

His Quiet Noise

He walks to the store
he walks to the motel
nonsequitor incarnate
defined by groceries

no bags: on his way
two bags: going home

combed washed neat
but outdated clothes
too-careful gait reveal

anachronism!
iconoclast!

he clashes with the world
throws question marks
at tidy chaos of drive time

he is a parallel universe
coexisting with the cars
speeding heedless as he
walking heedless always
in coats or short sleeves
body bent in freezing wind
hand wiping sweat away

moves in his pace
locked in his mission

why does he smile?

is he pleased to live
for another two bags full?
or are we his secret joke
racing by in fumes and fury
while he takes a walk
to buy bread and apples?

maybe he's just crazy, but

some days it doesn't matter
how loud I make the radio
or how the semis scream
in cacophonous concerto
of screech and blazing horn

some days the downcast shuffle
of worn Keds on roadway and
rhythmic rustle of brown paper
are the loudest sounds I hear

 

[karmadog]

My dog barks and I look to see
A woman on a toilet
apparently taking a pee.

Next to the road she sits
on someone's old can
Maybe she has the shits.


Apparently, my neighborhood is obsessed with plumbing. Between the lady on the toilet and Skeeter with the double sink. I don't know what's going on!

 

[lickmyboot]

All right!

Lol! K-dog--you're full of it!

Angeline I love your poem. I was really there. I hope you'll post it!

Here's one I saw today:

twenty four pidgeons perfecting casting shadows
waiting in lin on a gas station roof
twenty three grey
third from the left stark white
facing the wrong way
little surprise
like the onion ring
secreted among my soldier fries

 

[christcat69]

I watch in awe as she slids the dildo into my pussy,
she pinches my nipple and bites my neck,
chest is exploding in heart attack,
muscles convulsing in orgasm,
I watch her tongue flick my clit,
as she pumps the dildo into my body,
here we go again,
cum exploding from my body.
I watch as she laps it up,
I watch her as she moves up to kiss me,
eyes open all the time,
Watching her devour me.

 

[JUDO]

You do this in traffic, Christicat? lol.

 

[christcat69]

AT HOME, IN TRAFFIC, ANYWHERE AS LONG AS I'M WITH MY GIRL.

EVER WONDER WHY THERE ARE SO MANY ACCIDENTS?

 

[lickmyboot]

I want YOUR commute!

woo-hoo!

 

[JUDO]

I want YOUR commute!

woo-hoo!

I would pay the insurance premiums, if only...