Commuter Fumes

A blinding fog of thick melancholy surrounds

Frozen talons of the tall forest looming
Leaning in and over to claw and clutch
This mechanical trap that rides the tar ribbon

Yeah, capped for the ride, devil at my side
Some Peruvian flake, tail lights pluming
Fake Plastic Trees plays like Cain’s regret
Losing control, the appletini gibbon

Skirt the speed-traps past water-towers full of future embers
Pull over to carved hidden places behind the mountain
Ashen stones invite the seated to linger like cold
Laid-back dreamscapes jetpack road-rocket skywards

Petrol-scented fumes of vent heat embrace
Such a chore to be a nevermore mind fountain
Yeah, all gin filled gills and the should’ve known betters
Seething conscience, raw morals and high words

So if God don’t care then it’s best to die scorching
No traction, more corners, no sense, hit the laugh gas…
burnout car flames1
The axle spins the austere through and out

© 2015 Lorien Vidal & Tony Single

*This is my first collaboration with none other than the fabulously talented and adorably Aussie-accented Tony Single of Crumble Cult, The Poesy Project and Once More With Foreboding.  Tony cuts to the heart with honest storytelling and haunting artwork in his web-comic, Crumble Cult, and continuously wows me with his poetry and photography.  Click, I tell ya – JUST CLICK! You won’t be disappointed… 😉

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Just your normal, everyday 9-5er. An uninspiring position in an inspirational non-profit moves me to constant goof-offery; aimless, on-the-job procrastination; a crankiness that borders on psychosis; and attempting to craft something meaningful with words. Just another so-called-job inspiring someone to feats of insanity with a hint of creativity... (Insert demonic laugh HERE.) View all posts by LVital7019

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