by Bill Yarrow
CRANSHAW ON THE ROAD
"Every tunnel's a piercing, every road's
a tattoo. The billboards are wrinkles,
road signs are scars. I saw eternity
last night wearing a sarong and smoking
a cigar." Jaysus Chrysalis! Who does
this guy think he is? Marty muttered
and glared at the broken line that stuttered
in front of him. Madeleine in the back seat
touched him on the neck. "Why so ornery?"
Why? Why??? "Hey, lighten up. It's a long ride."
Marty snarled. Snake belt! Zebra suspenders!
Alligator hat! His very being offends me.
The guy's a veritable catastrophe of badness.
"What's that? Did you say something, asshole?"
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A version of this poem was published in fwriction : review on November 17, 2011 as "Chapel Access."
This poems appears in Incompertent Translations and Inept Haiku (Cervena Barva Press 2013).
Nominated for a 2012 Best of the Net award.
Thanks, Danny Goodman!
"Cranshaw on the Road" appears in THE VIG OF LOVE (Glass Lyre Press, 2016).