here's a poem i wrote. hope ya'll like it


on the road
beside the lake
beside the highway
i search for the beauty
but reality stands in my way

a youth passes on a scoot
puffing out blue smoke
instinctively i give pursuit
spinning hard i start to choke
man against machine
the issue's moot
they may be faster
but i don't pollute

i am silent
i am clean
i pass through landscape barely seen

in their boxes they sit and peer
from a space in which they steer
through a life that seems complete
with air-conditioning and power seats

into their domain
i emerge again
for all their grace
they don't seem sane
it must be the constant strain
they scream and moan and pawl the ground
creating a truly hideous sound

fear pushes me to the side
for to merely brush their hide
would surely be a suicide