Roadkill, Transcendental Sonnet #358 Options

[+Steven Curtis Lance]

Transcendental Sonnet #358:
Roadkill

God save us from such cruelties as these
Harsh bourgeois cautionary tales of fate
These maddened mothers with big SUVs
Blind with rage because they are running late
They have their cel phones and their husband slaves
Somebody tell them speed kills Jesus saves

Madame Suburban in such a hurry
Why must you always be in a dither?
Such an angry grimace makes me worry
Faced with such intensity I wither

I try to stay out of your way and to
Avoid becoming roadkill at your feet
To vigilantly mince across the street
Alas I fear the death of me is you

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+Steven Curtis Lance

from Transcendental Sonnets, Copyright MMIV

Quick! Visit my poetry pages before I am roadkill, so that you can see them while they are still up (I am having no luck getting a book out, nor do I expect my follies to survive me)! Thank you for reading these poor bastard children of my imagination, and for being my dearest darling members and my guests. What is left of The Black Baron thanks you all and each. Now go to:

http://brainmeta.com/poemdirectory/stevelance/comment.php

...and thanks again!

[Dara]

I must say I was hesitant to read this one due to the title, but I know you are as much an animal lover as i am...so I dared to read and hoped it was not about what I feared.

Be careful walking with them crazy drivers ( I maus admit I am a crazy driver, but never dangerous...just IMPATIENT and always in a hurry!)

Love,
Dara

[+Steven Curtis Lance]

No worries, lil sis; just my a*s on the asphalt.

No animals were harmed in the making of this sonnet.