My Crash With Life
Belching behemoth, smoking crazy dragon
ran amok, bore down a scream in slowest motion
through the side-window frame.
Lunatic bulk filled my vision,
inlaid with chrome teeth,
huge black melting tyres...
and some bearded midget trapped fearful,
already shell-shocked white,
under toasted glass.
Time...stopped.
An instant.
Then impact exploded a Krakatoa roar,
a spin,
a dizzying waltzer fandango;
destruction bit a crunch,
the genocide of metal
wrought by metal.
I knew I was dead.
Stars and black tar nausea
flatlined in my head.
The world blew out like a candle.
Oh, my children, then seen,
faces tortured, twisted,
screaming "Dad! Dad!"
Lightbulb filaments and shatterproof
tears, flooded their grieving eyes.
In a sea of brake fluid and gasoline,
I reached for them, shouting "Hold me!
Hold me! Don't let me go without a kiss!"
And my hold went, my fingernails torn out
as the current ripped me asunder.
Later (how long?)
a ghost draped in a moth eaten blanket,
sat beside the surreal scrap heap
of wreckage and despair,
winking on and off in
the blue and red siren flash.
I knew I wasn't dead.
Came the tears.
I wished that I was.
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