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Haiku of the Day: Envy green mustang

Tuesday, February 26th, 2008

Envy green mustang,
blonde driver, leopard-spot coat.
I feel camoflauged.

Haiku of the Day: Windshield wipers bow

Monday, January 28th, 2008

Windshield wipers bow,
playing a strange violin.
Rain improvises.

Caution… Accident on… Bridge

Monday, April 2nd, 2001

Caution… Accident on… Bridge

A temporary neighborhood with blocks of auto apartments under a blue sky threatened by clouds above San Francisco.

LINUX is from Michigan.
A past student with parking stickers obscuring the view out his rear window.
Croatia! on the frame holding his license plate explains the red and blue flag hanging from his rearview mirror. Bright blue Dodge Neon.

Death in a blue convertable Cadillac. Pale guy with dark hair on the cell phone. Blonde gal moussed hair. Fish with vampire inscribed within surround a license plate frame with a message that death comes to all — roll bar. WRYTH personalized plate.

KOZERA personalized plate like a decorious mailbox in front of the stately burgundy Soverign Jaguar. Bottle blonde driver next to the balding husband. Bottle blonde daughter in back listens to headphones while a bright yellow smily face air freshener hangs from the rear view mirror. Tan interior.

Black Ford Explorer tinted windows and sun roof, drifting piano and cool jazz descend.

Orange Toyata Tercel with eagle feather hanging from rear view mirror & Free Tibet bumper sticker.

White Dodge Neo blares death metal with windows wide for smokers and black fuzzy dice.

2000 Ninthmonth 20 8:50 am

Wednesday, September 20th, 2000

White Plymouth with vintage lines
parked downhill on Pershing Drive.
The dew on the rear window
kaleidoscopes the colors
of the Mexican blanket,
while bumper stickers proclaim:
(with fish) “Life is short, pray hard,”
“Thank God I am Forgiven.”
The turquoise interior
glows like a semi-precious
stone set in the Signet’s ring
of sun-lit chrome and red trim.

In Progress

Monday, April 19th, 1993

I was on I-95, south of D.C.
Break lights on the van ahead.

Two days before: other break lights, at a stop light.
Rain on the pavement, and I felt the car slide,
No damage then, just the chilling fear.

And now we had been going 65,
I migrate north with three lanes of traffic,
Leaving you for another month.

In my re…