Fuel Injection

Experimental/Prose

A need to constantly drive forward
No license ever having to be issued
Of the wrecks over time there have been many
Warning signs were clearly not made for you
Occasionally twisted up so badly waiting...
Hoping for someone to pull you from your carnage
A lifetime of bumps, bruises and scars
Yet you never let up on the pedal
And there were casualties too, weren't there?
Bodies you stopped and respectfully identified
Maybe a hit and run once in awhile?
Even a few you may have swerved and hit on purpose
Perhaps a torrential downpour from the eyes
Left you with an ill timed limit to visibility
The only sound the fracturing of your heart
That thump was never heard...
Billboard up ahead with the best and latest thing
Hit the gas now, Honey
Got to get there before they are sold out
Go on... Lay on the horn
Then nudge that slow a*s in front of you out of the way
You've places to be...

Author's Note

The context here and the questions are the very same I have asked myself over time..

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and maybe your destination is one that should be reconsidered...your vehicle is really putting on too many rough miles...and the maintenance has been a bit lax...

hearts can only drive so hard, so far.

really am enjoying these metaphorical cruisings from you.

jacob

[Rogue]

This made me smile. Yes, those mechanic bills can be hefty and so I am afraid I have been somewhat remiss in my frugalness.
Thank you, Jacob. Always a pleasure to see your comments. :)

[Ken Simm.]

I like the way you come upon a question obliquely and fit the words to it. I have always enjoyed your subtle use of metaphor and this exceptional write is no exception. Encompassing much of what I find strong in your writing.

[Rogue]

Funny, after I wrote this, I was flipping through my IPod and found myself staring at The Eagles "Life in the Fast Lane".
-grin-
Seems there are others who think in these ways.
Thank you, Ken. :)

[Angi]

'Torrential downpour from the eyes...' This line is so, so good! Crazy drivers, heading down our highways. Sometimes they think they own the goddamn road, don't they?! Angi~

[Rogue]

Thank you, Angi. Always appreciate your thoughts on my words. :)

[quinfinn]

"live fast, die young, leave a good looking corpse" well, i failed miserably at that particular credo, though i surely tried! i love the way you encapsulate this phenom into automobiles...devil may care...bottom line...someone has to care sometime.....well penned.

[Rogue]

Thank you, Quinn. You know how much I appreciate your words here.
In every end, there is a beginning...
I will find it. :)

[quinfinn]

of course you will, my dear! you deserve to be happy.....some lucky guy will be blessed to discover your heart.

[Rob Santana]

I had an uncle who many years ago used to use cars as metaphors to explain life to me, why he did that I'll never know, haha. This piece reminds me of his words. I like this Rogue, it put a smile in my face. Yes, behind the bandana their are occasional smiles, haha.

[Rogue]

Thank you. I am glad it brought back the memories for you. :)
-grin-
Some of us know what a softy you can be. But I'll never tell. Mum's the word! :D

[Rob Santana]

hahahahaha, sssssshhhhhh!!!!

[one sky]

Oh, this one talks about how we drive the wheel of life. Are we careful or careless?
This life is a journey along a winding and rough road. We can be hurt or we can hurt others...or even ourselves. So we have to be careful in driving.

Nice metaphors, Rogue. Excellent for an experimental piece.

[Rogue]

Thank you, you've had great insights into this one. :)

[one sky]

You're most welcome.

[Rita L. Sev]

A lifetime of bumps, bruises and scars
Yet you never let up on the pedal

Sometimes we are bent on destroying ourselves, and taking others with us. Much better to stop the car, get out and take a leisurely walk... Well penned prose here, Rogue!

[Rogue]

Loved your insight here, Rita. Thank you. :)

[Sami Khalil]

"wrecks over time there have been many
Warning signs were clearly not made for you
Occasionally twisted up so badly waiting...
Hoping for someone to pull you from your carnage
A lifetime of bumps, bruises and scars
Yet you never let up on the pedal "

This poem is really a fuel injection of the energy of life and its winding roads with or without road signs and also the ups and downs of its hilly places . Some drive with licence and some don't need it for they think they own the road and no one else can be like them , fast and furious. I think love and hope are the pump station for this road journey that needs replenishing at different intervals. You have taken mechanical elements to describe a lot of similarity for life is a journey on the road to nowhere and some find the signs and others get lost in its fast lane...A brilliant write...Thank you for sharing...:)

[Rogue]

Thank you for reading, Sir. Love your thoughts on this one. Very much appreciated, you are. :)

[Sami Khalil]

You are most welcome...:)

[SteveB]

I really enjoyed this one. The metaphor was wonderful and those of us of a "certain age" can get it. The damage we cause, the damage we sustain and yet the need to keep pressing on. Perhaps with increased speed as we realize our time is running out. Well done!

[Rogue]

Thank you, Steve. Nice to see you again. :)

[ayosonolowo]

What an expression
i really like the poem
;>kudus;>

[Rogue]

Thank you. Your words are very kind. :)

[ayosonolowo]

Hmmm
you are welcome