Car Slam

Slams in short, can be compared to driving a car.

You start the engine, as you clear your throat.

Shifting gears to pull out, positioning your feet to proceed.

Starting slow, you build up speed, going faster

gaining speed with each second

focusing

looking at the words trying to go

faster then you can.

Then suddenly you think… did I just pass a period?

Or was it a comma when I went through?

Thinking you skipped a word,

or a whole line.

You start off slow again.

Then start to gain speed.

Pressing the peddle down,

faster, reading your poem from heart.

Thinking you know the words.

Living dangerously redefining all comprehension,

of the title of slam.

Suddenly you think,

is this real?

A dream of reading a poem this fast not taking a breath to compose yourself or even relieve the tension on your chest that you feel from not being human in this state of poetic license that you are spewing out of your mouth could be the same dream that you have when you’re driving but in a daze not seeing anything around you until you pass a cop or that period.

Then a sudden a hot flash brings you back,

noticing how fast you’ve been going, you slow down more or less.

Not wanting to annoy the people behind you,

or bore the people listening.

You go just the right speed.

You travel this road obeying all the signs.

That comma is no longer over looked,

nor are you rolling past that stop sign.

Getting nervous however increases the speed once more,

becoming blissfully unaware of the signs.

Before you know it you’re at it again.

Going seventy in a thirty,

your heart beating faster as the engine roars as it shifts gears.

Suddenly it stales, spinning out of control.

You lose hold,

of the steering wheel,

of your poem,

and you crash.

Your heart sinks,

the poem stops,

the engine dies.

Knowing you made a mistake,

a huge one that is more noticeable

then that skipped word, or that dent near the trunk.

Looking into the face of what happened,

you stand there.

Standing there, taking the punishment for the car.

Standing there, proud of what you have just read.