the car in his voice –
bubble gum-breathed smog
inundating the landscape
a flood
over rivers and grass
the car in his voice
when he opens his mouth
when he grabs hold of the last ounces of oxygen
gulps it down into his lungs
along passageways marred with nicotine and glucose
the car in his voice
when he searches for reason
and gets scared on his journey
by undertones of sweet whisperings
that would convey
murmurs from the deep deep down
the car in his voice
never stops
and might rattle on
long after his heart has stopped.
i wrote this poem back in the 90s as part of some environmental project or other that i was engaged in. it’s fun to add links to a poem; i should do this more often. puts the poem into more of a context. — and what do you think of making the connection between environmental (self)destruction and psychology? (in “when he searches for reason /and gets scared on his journey / by undertones of sweet whisperings / that would convey / murmurs from the deep deep down”)