I am using the daily prompts provided on Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic Asides blog on writersdigest.com
AUSTIN (I STOLE THESE LINES FROM BETTER POETS)
Driving through the diabolic steel jaws
of downtown and all my little traumas,
their snapping, flashing fangs and raking claws
race across my memories like bloodied commas,
making pauses too long to remember
any of the clever words that came before them .
The traffic stalks slowly, like the end of December.
Cars kneel rubber-kneed as the asphalt adores them
while everyone rushes to the city to be alone,
to find themselves blinking brightly out of phase
with the crowds of street light neon fashion clones
and the combustion rhythm that an engine plays.
There are no stories here, no matter where you look.
We are just the crumpled pages, cut from the best-selling book.