Liquid Amber splashes over cubed icebergs
Clear carbonation, brings uncounted bubbles
Complacency in a cup, foolishness in a fogged glass
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Buckle my shoe
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Out the door
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Driving out to the Styx
The hooded one waits at the tracks, scythe sharpened, anticipating
Blurred fence posts
Blurred lines
Blurred signs
Airborne at eighty, WOW
A hundred year old oak, standing stately by the roadside
Reaps grimly
And their parents mourn.
Author notes
Thoughts on a mid-summer's eve
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Hi Curt, an excellent write that gives not only a stern warning but also of whats waiting at the end of the line. No Drinky Drivy....Eh...Hugs mal
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Wow what an interesting take you've done with this, definitely a bit obscure but not to the point where one can't figure out what you're talking about. Enjoy the grim reaper description- your "wow" was kinda funny, almost iconic.
Really enjoyed this, has a nice moral message even if that's not intended. Great write Curt.
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