Clash

Under the shade of the moon,

Soft and melodious,

A voice suspended in time

Sought to chill the errors of life,

When in that red or white car

At speeds unknown,

The world divided

Men and women

And how they roam.

Stalking, as though punctured with

Venom of a hungry man,

The wild Amazon

Archer in her short-sighted brown

Drapes, slippery waist and toned legs,

The arrows whisked the ears,

And pierced all sound,

Two clashing noises

And no one around.

The eventful race

Then put these two vehicles

Or men and women,

Side by side

Enriched by a neighbor's smile

Or a wave goodbye

And slung them out

Like tid-bits of a cake

No one wanted to bite.

They clashed again

In darkness and rain

These two vehicles a GT-4

And Mercedes near

Then to a stand,

Wherein one witnessed

Black and red skirt uniforms

And skates like the 1970's near

Free the weed-smoker's parades.

In The Grand Canyon

The cars broke lanes,

One swerved to the right,

The other left,

The road split into cracks,

As though planned

By little satellite brains

That bring profit

To fat-suited men.

The male's GT flew off the road,

Hit the pavement, shredded,

And exploded, with no survivors to behold,

And the other ran into

A tree and took it down and she

Flew off the other side

Into a ravine, wherein

A lake flowed below

And it took the vehicle

Downstream, yet no one saw

The girl ever more.

Now the story is bold

And hidden in a victim-less

Profile for the stupid PD

While the bums

Smoke cigarettes

And watch cable TV.

However, it can't be too

Unrealistic or sick

Otherwise, one would need

A diary of the mind

To keep a lot of it in the heart

And not find it twisted.

Why?

The heroes survived,

Although slipped from their cars,

Jumped off to the side,

Skidded down two rocky

Roads and met in the bottom

Where a tunnel divided

One side of the Canyon

From the other,

And they formed an alliance

With warm lips entrenched

Fighting each other every second,

As though in that race again,

With Jeans shredded in places

And shirts torn, who-knows-how,

They fought each other all day

As they still do now.