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Bumper Alley
by William Robbins
copyright 09-23-2002


Age Rating: 18 to 127

  Bumper Alley
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Racing against the haunting, ticking drone
of the clarion call from my employer’s time clock,
I try to untangle my mood-strangling knot of nerves
with some instrumental tonic on my car’s CD player.
It fails to provide a dulcet bliss as I join the other faded and dented chariots
along that dreaded corridor of asphalt tyranny.
Reaching the traffic twilight zone
infamous for crunched fenders and gridlock spells
one can’t help smile at the irony
that makes the term "rush hour" an oxymoron.
Exhaust fumes delude my brain,
sending me to a male commuter’s mental playground.
There I fantasize spending the afternoon
being held captive in some erotically, ravenous goddess’s lair.
It is disrupted by a need to mutter curses at all the cell phone zombies
or to snarl at the turtle pace of those demented wheel jockeys
who have some macabre fixation with the carnage of steel.
At that moment when the glittering necklace of brake lights vanishes
and my speedometer needle quickly points to seventy,
amnesia mercifully overpowers my anxiety for one more trip.

This poem is dedicated to all my fellow commuter survivors! I hope it gives you at least a smile or two.


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09-29-2002 Betty Eskdale    

I can't imagine having to do that day after day, no wonder you take mental trips while waiting for the traffic to move...cell phone users really should pull over and instead of being distracted, odd how people think they can handle those "chariots" with the baby finger while smoking, drinking coffe, or applying make up. Haven't they noticed all the dents around them? They think they are impervious...yes, thanks, it is amusing. I work hard at not getting annoyed. Road rage could be a big problem.
09-28-2002 Melissa Rives    

Another fantastic write. I really love the way you make the everyday things come alive. Brilliant!
09-26-2002 Audrey Sullivan    

This is a dang good
one,and I dont think
I'd want a cell phone
what for,you already
have to many collectors
on the home,then they
would'nt leve you alone.
think about it,it
would just be a matter
of time befor they got
your nom.
09-25-2002 Aaron Schmookler    

Having tried, once, to talk on the cell and drive, I don't know what those people are doing. It can't be done safely.
09-24-2002 Maralee Gerke    

I especially liked the asphalt tyranny. I could never have been a commuter myself. I am not much of a driver. I hope you can leave this highway behind soon.
09-24-2002 Dixie Kincaid    

I really liked this one the first time in my life I got caught in a trafic jam was in L.A. back in 1963. At least back thyan they had no cell phones to blame it on. I hate traffic jams the exhaust fumes make me so sick. Oh I liked reading your poem also brought me up to date on todays driving situation. DIXIE LEE
09-23-2002 Cristina Lipp    

William;
Sounds right! Since being laid-off, that's the one thing I don't miss.

I like your very descriptive poem. You can almost smell the exhaust fumes and hear the low drone of engines idling.
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