Home Bitter Poems the ride

the ride

death is a lime green cadillac

with two sleek fins

circa 1959

lots of chrome

humongous tinted windshield


glides above bumps in the road

finds its way

to any destination

the last heart-beat

of every goodby disaster

when automatic windows

open with respectful hum

electric locks

release their pins

and a great side door

swings open

inviting every soul

left abandoned



to cruise awhile

sit back and enjoy the pristine clean

finely upholstered seats

listen in on Dave Brubeck

coming through live

on the killer wrap-around stereo

take in the air conditioning

or gentle heat

before they get

whatever’s awaiting


at the end of one

last beautiful ride


By NEIL BROSNAN: the ride