(rejected six times by very fine journals...)
So, she was fully engaged
in this art of driving dangerously
without leverage
full speed
toward the lip
when she must have been taken by the shape
of the bug stew on the glass,
must have been trying to see through
when she went over
the bridge
(you know, there are rails
for a reason)
and the middle way
needs no shoulder, but that
means she couldn't afford a single
shuttering blink or
brink
sink
nothing.
Not a thing but ink, maybe a little white space
and a less than feeble attempt
to make the place her own as her wheels spun desperately
through the air... but ah, what freedom without
friction without
diction without
conviction, no confusion within.
What irony it is to rely on
animation, frame by frame,
fleshed out with subtle changes in the blanks
(no thanks to the artist)
No, it doesn't take a genius
to measure skid marks
to randomly write Shakespeare
to ride the lines, wasting valuable time
when THERE IS NO EDGE.
Without shoulders
the knees must be strong.
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