Out on the road after I fixed up
my old jalopy of a heart
Bandy veins and
gappy ventricles
don’t seem to hold down
my baggage too well
Just bounced out
a case of the willies –
and now the ghosts of women
dead from love gone wrong*
litter the road
with their lost red shoes
Dang, and a case of the heebie jeebies
broke open too
a bunch of random legs and arms –
no one wants any part of them!
My running board of love
is hanging from the chassis
and the Blues Brothers
refuse to play on my radio
Will you love me anyway?
Will you still say, “I do?”
*One theory of the origin of the expression “the willies” is from “wila,” “vila” and several other variants, the “wilis” have been staples of Slavic folklore for centuries. “Wilis” are usually depicted as the spirits of young women who have died from love gone wrong in some respect and haunt the forests forever after, luring young men to their deaths
For April Poem-a-Day
qbit 
See PA for laughter 🙂
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Ok, thanks! Hope it came out funny but sinister. Did I even get close?
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Nailed both of those
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Get out. Someone else actually commented on it.
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Strange allusions and pressured dellusions is a hot item at the moment 🙂
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Case … sera, Sarah! What fun. You should practice speed poetry. … okay, not the kind where you’re in the alley going, “Pssst! Hey man hey man hey man, gotta fix?!?” Just releasing the muse and the crazy child. Perhaps start with something that has a higher alcohol content — beer at ten thousand feet. I dunno, but this is pretty awesome.
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I like the alley and meth idea.
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It’s been done in poetry.
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Love it! Especially this: Bandy veins and gappy ventricles don’t seem to hold down my baggage too well”-Makes me feel all ‘wriggly’.
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Thanks!!
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Crazy wonderful!
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Thanks so much!!
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