Griffin

~

G

Stuttering

Clunking

Breaking down, old, old cars, car parts, broken

Gasping, gurgling, gripping at the life that leaves them

R

Vivacious

Life-giving

Best, brightest, powerful vibration, loudest voice of all

Rumble strips, cars wandering, metal trembling against ribbed ridges

I

Squealing

Jarring

Squeaking, sharply temporary sound of brakes, breaking the fall

Innate, immediate salvation, impossible to live without

F

Uncontrollable

Breathtaking

Suddenly the momentum catches, kinetic singsong of acceleration

Frenzy, ferocious, but flighting and split second motion, then gone

N

Echoing

Combustion

Roar of the engine’s gut, rattling with every heartbeat of the metal

Noxious fumes, narcotic drone after nervewracking shock of noise

Guuuh-rrRRRR-iii-fffFFff-NNnnn

Gurrifn

Griffin

Vibrations

Echoes

All the sounds of things I feel

Tremble, rumble, shudder, crash

All me, part of me

All their sounds – my thoughts, my voice

They are me

And they don’t even know

Who?

Me, Griffin

The living road

~

Yes, I wrote a series of poems about living, sentient, roads and the way they think. And yes, the question isn’t why, it’s ‘why the heck not’?

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