Final Drive

Raindrops splatter windowpanes, split the skin.

Scalpels in pointed grass, sterile instruments.

Pitter-patter pavement, needles and pins,

Stoplights flood code red, numbed by anesthesia.

Wipers squeak, gurney wheels on slick vinyl.

Branches breathe toxins, pensive preparation.

Drips wrung from a full-soaked surgical sun

splatter the top of the mobile operation.

Gray matter runoff and vital organs.

Broken asphalt blurs a deep depression.

Count backward over the final pothole.

Steer straight towards a sedentary life.

Commute to stay alive.

Tunnel vision, final drive.

© 2022 | K.Hartless


A pseudo-slipstream sonnet that I wrote on a stormy day, water splattering car windows in a jam waiting for a crash to clear. I’d love to read your reactions.

29 Comments

  1. “Drips wrung from a full-soaked surgical sun

    splatter the top of the mobile operation.

    Gray matter runoff and vital organs.

    Broken asphalt blurs a deep depression.”

    I love the imagery of this entire piece but I really like these lines especially. Gives an eerie feeling that I adore!

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    1. Thank you so much for this encouraging feedback. This little grey cloud of a sonnet, and I admit it’s grown on me as I’ve pecked away it. I’m appreciative of your kind words.

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      1. Lol, I can definitely understand that! You’ve done a great job at it now, although I honestly don’t love doing them as I prefer spontaneity and yes, as you said, all those syllables can definitely hurt the head 😂

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    1. Thank you, John. Yes, sometimes you get caught up in something and the only way out is through. (Why is it so hard to be happy in the summer, sometimes? It’s as if the nice weather just worsens my moods.)

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      1. Indeed. I love the fall, and find the season best suits me. But I look forward to summer, maybe it’s just that it doesn’t live up to my expectations. Maybe the bar is set too high for the season?

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    1. Yes, Ghost Woman’s first album just came out this past week, and I enjoyed jamming to it in that traffic jam so much, I included it here… A bit secretive that group. I’m so glad you enjoyed the sonnet and the song. Cheers!

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  2. It relates to me a pensiveness, and the anxiety of driving, especially on open highways. I like the start stops of the verse, which remind me driving in heavy metropolitan traffic. Still reflecting. Awesome write, K.

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    1. Yes. There can be a lot of that around here. It alls tarted when those fat raindrops hit the windshield and it seemed to split it open like skin. I’m glad you enjoyed this sonnet, Jeff. It encourages me greatly, so thank you.

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