04-21-2019, 08:41 AM
Fools, Drunks, and (Motor) Babies
Outside my window, rightward,
this big twenty-something guy
swings his legs from where he sits
atop a Japanese sedan’s hindquarters
looking down with interest on
a shoebox-sized, red-and-yellow Jeep.
At some point he’ll decide
to ride it. That’s the downside
of hyper-battery technology:
neighbors have already streaked around
on electric micro-motorcycles
at astonishing velocities–
they looked as if they’d gripped
a bulky, whining roller-skate
with their fundaments.
None’s been injured so far, not
for want of trying.
Outside my window, rightward,
this big twenty-something guy
swings his legs from where he sits
atop a Japanese sedan’s hindquarters
looking down with interest on
a shoebox-sized, red-and-yellow Jeep.
At some point he’ll decide
to ride it. That’s the downside
of hyper-battery technology:
neighbors have already streaked around
on electric micro-motorcycles
at astonishing velocities–
they looked as if they’d gripped
a bulky, whining roller-skate
with their fundaments.
None’s been injured so far, not
for want of trying.
Non-practicing atheist