Broken Glasses Ghosts
surround the interior of smashed vehicles
into severed faces
of death and car crash victims
It unleashes sexual bestiality in the air
People breathe in this sickness
and become addicts of brutality
humping the next object they see
Lingering off their broken fingernails
and into sweaty survivors pelvises
the spirits entwine in ecstasy
bloody noses, creamy gashes alongside road messes
Above innocent horrified faces
watch with their binoculars on balconies
you can sympathize with their sorry faces
but laugh because they cant stop starring
we are among horrible people
with which can't stop the inevitable from happening
screams of the diseased are silent
still, it doesn't mean their existence, isn't
To think of it as a waste of money
change your thought pattern
and think of it as wasted human
wasted seconds and road-space
cars waste evolution
when the episode clears
bright lights flash in the sky
all has been forgotten
get into your car and drive.
Author notes
in a sence its more realistic than fantasy but i argue that this poem is fantasy in a sence that spirits and living rescuers are having orgies in the back seat of broken cars and in the end something from somewhere unknown flashes a light and everyone resides back to normal. something like my idea of a different world. or like the one we live in, either way take it how you will and give me a thought 
Written July 13th, 2006
A contest entry
- Tragic Outlook by Riddlebird.
300 points, ended July 14, 2006, 8 entries
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What did you think
Comments
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In depth exploration of the meaning and hidden connections of car crashes. Recalls to mind the 1967 movie Accident.
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I like it. it has a strange sureal quality that I can identify with. As you said, I am not entirely sure that it fits the theme, but it is a great poem. and I love the way you described the malevolent spirits. Thanks for entering and keep writing.
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