Wafting
Resting quietly in bed at sunrise
Letting growing rods of sun
Burn away the morning fog from my mind
Is wafting
Under Spring trees at eighty degrees
Traveling the full distance
From now to eternity
Unfettered by reality and rigid logic
Is wafting
Listening to the world breathe
Twilight sighs of relief
As time absconds with precious gems
Of living
Is wafting
Wrapped in darkness counting stars
Then going there
Unconcerned about returning
Gazing finally on a world
That will never ever sting you
Is wafting
***
Car
In a long sluggish parade
trapped
On the George Washington Bridge
Steel humans in a breadline
Waiting food from the Salvation Army
Every personality drowned in a river
of reflection.
As apple-taffy Austin
With a nervous sweaty wheeze
purchased for speed
But doomed
To frustration & fickle whores
constantly rapping your gearbox.
One white station wagon
Filled with everyone else’s children
& shopping bags overflowing
green celery stalks, corn flakes
chocolate sandwich cookies
hair rollers and —
The proverbial dented fender.
The long black limousine
Sleek & mysterious with curtains
drawn to the world and hiding
A soul
That ‘made it’ but lost its owner
To the Dreyfus Lion which devoured
His heart
A smart red convertible
going anywhere for fun
Skiing in Vermont, bikinis in Miami
clubbing in Vegas
Destined to be second
to a company sedan, then sold
When the baby arrives.
A humble olive-green American
With standard shift & gray seats
That never made it with the girls.
The precision crafted old Chevy
molded by the artist’s hands
At the gas station after dark:
C-stock, unbeaten trophies
Cam & chromed jewelry from Tiffany’s
speed shop
Fumes arouse the reverie
as the march begins anew,
coughing & faltering
All with their lights on, following
the hearse.
***
Food For Thought
- John Sutor
Was devoured by a computer
At the young and tender age of 23.
Seems he loved the constant hum
That made the monster run
So he poked his head inside to have a see.
Well to T. John’s vast surprise
That bastard came alive
And hungry for the taste of human flesh.
By bedazzling Johnny’s eye
Old M-12 grabbed his tie
And in seconds had his flowered shirt and vest.
Before the dude could speak
Hummer yanked him off his feet
And swallowed Johnny whole without a chirp.
Dropping not a single crumb
M-12 whined his hoppy hum
Spitting buckles, buttons, zippers, with a burp.
So a note to all you freaks
Who think Old Hummer merely beeps
He’s got the sharpest, fastest, reflex in the West.
If you have to be a dude
You’d better handle M-12 nude
‘cause when it comes to snatching bodies, he’s the best.’
E.J. Hudak – ca. 1969
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