Opaque Poem by William Blake Beckett

Opaque



As I drive
Blackened road
Turning left
looking right

Screech

Worn-out brakes
Red light blinking
Swaying wires
Rotting poles

Drip

Trickling
Pouring now
Wet windshield
Blurry vision

Creak

Wiper blades
Grimy water
Bad treads
Hydroplane

Crack

Dizzy
Music skips
Axle breaks
Shattered glass

Thud

World stops
Song ends
Rear view
Blurry vision

Silence

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Nithin Purple 02 January 2013

GGGOOOOOOOOOOOOD AND NICE

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William Blake Beckett

William Blake Beckett

Denver, Colorado, United States of America
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