Buggy (an acrostic poem)

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Bounding the dunes without a care in the world

Under the glittering stars high above

Giving a middle finger to the rest of the jealous, stressful world

Going to do this forever and nothing was going to stop me

Yet that’s when the car’s computer crashed and left me stranded on the God-forsaken beach all alone

Bass (an acrostic poem)

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Booming vibrato oscillating his tonsils

As his car vibrated with each beat, threatening to loosen every fastener

So, he knew he should lower the volume, but

Since he just couldn’t stand to hear her voice anymore…

Radio (an acrostic poem)

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Rock ‘n roll blaring out the speakers

As her convertible rattled down the old dirt road

Determined to enjoy one of the last warm fall days they sang along

If her and her girlfriend were off key, they didn’t care

Only thing that mattered was what song was next

Clown (an acrostic poem)

 

Coloring her face to hide the emotions inside

Leaving a smile prominently painted in place

Outside she was the embodiment of extroverted entertainment

When the party was over she would sit alone in her car and cry

No one knew that the joke was on them

 

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Karma Conversation (a 200 word dialog)

“She’s the girl of my dreams.”

“You must be daft!  This is the girl who threw away your baseball card collection.”

“Yeah, she did do that.”

“And she was the one who made you get rid of your dog because she didn’t want the fur on her white carpet.”

“True.  She did do that.”

“She had to buy her Corvette which is why you that P.O.S. out in the parking lot.”

“P.O.S.?”

“Piece of”

“Ah, got it.  Yeah.  She does love that car.”

“And she stabbed you in the back by sleeping with your boss.  How can she be the girl of your dreams?”

“Oh, I meant nightmares.”

“Now that I can understand.  So tell me, why are you still with her?”

“I may have found the worst possible relationship, but that makes everything else seem so much better.  I can look at dropping out of college, working this crappy job, and realizing I’m not going to accomplish any of my childhood dreams and feel some sort of contentment.  It’s like I’m telling karma to go fuck off because I got this, so just hold my beer.”

“So let me see if I understand.  The sex is that good?”

“Yes.”

 

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Routine (an acrostic poem)

Reaching for her car keys, Delilah headed out the door

Outside she got into her car and pulled out of her driveway

Under the slate-gray sky she drove through traffic to get to work

There she punched the time clock and began her shift

In her breaks, she chatted with the same people and told the same jokes

Never did it dawn on her on her way home that she should do something different

Every day might have been the same, but that’s what she so loved about it

 

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Cracked (an acrostic poem)

Can’t fathom how it got there

Really?  That seems rather convenient

And you are implying what?

Car windshields don’t develop large fractures like that on their own

Know-it-all!  Why are you taking that tone with me?

Even you know the answer to that one

Details best left to the past.  Can I borrow it again after you get it fixed?

 

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Quagmire (an acrostic poem)

Querying the data again didn’t change the results

Unless they figured out how to shut down the reactor

All would be lost

Given that he was a marketing specialist

Marc was pretty sure he wasn’t qualified to stop it

If only he had his car and could drive far, far away

Really too bad his blind date, Vanessa, was a nuclear engineer

Even if they figured out a way to stop it, with how the date had gone, would there be a second meltdown?

 

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Thrilled (an acrostic poem)

There was only so much adrenaline that could flood her system

Helen felt the seat vibrate as the engine revved

Rolling through the corner with the gas pedal on the floor

If she could just squeeze out a bit more speed

Looking for an opening to make her move

Leaping at her chance she dove to the bottom, hoping her car would stick

Even with the other car, she slowly drifted up the track

Determined to never be left behind again

 

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