Windshield wipers doing time, we pass
Danbury FCI – the slammer where billionaires
doodle orange Jello on Martha Stewart™
tin plates.
You said roll Connecticut‘s forest
into a blanket, wrap you in all that green –
tuck the earth, the globe around you, let you
dream rhyme slang among nymphs
Held in their trees – parole
from the long drive's tedium. I am Clyde,
obedient to your Bonnie, but I don't know
how to keep all the world's twigs
from sticking and waking you, all that
ragweed and pollen from creation’s sneeze,
all the animals – aardvark
to zyzzyva – from crowding you,
your car seat smaller than a cell.
What was Noah thinking? I look
in the glove box but have no cubits or pistol,
just napkins from Dunkin Donuts.
I reach out the window,
lay hands on the horizon,
crack heaven's vault –
proceed to loot vistas,
boost realms, cut landscapes
from their frames of reference,
I would commit all felonies of
sea and sky for you, any crime
of mountain or stone
doing hard time. Awake now
you are judge and jury,
sleepy, are we there yet?
Windshield blades clear off rain,
like rags wiping clean the slate.
*Zyzzyva – a genus of tropical weevil.
qbit 
I love the images here, of what we do out of love, of who love can make us. I especially like: “…I reach out the window,/lay hands on the horizon,/crack heaven’s vault –/proceed to loot vistas…” Was it ever about actually being there, or just about who we become getting there? A long strange trip we are on, but poems like this keep us fueled.
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Thank you so much. As always your comments are amazing.
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If not for Hedge, I’d have missed this one! The second and seventh stanzas are marvels of creativity, qbit. I love them! But then, I love the whole thing and how it quickly orphs from an ordinary car ride into a realm of pure fancy, and then back again. The god-like powers the driver want to employ on behalf of his sleepy rider are the ginchiest.
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morphs not orphs, though orphs sounds cool
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I think we have discovered the power of orph here. Wow, so much echo and power in that. How did we not have this word before now! I’m going to play it in Scrabble and go down defending it!!
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