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Neck Cramp

"You know I knew...all along?"

 Catching stride ,as a now  disgruntled companion  stomps off ahead.

"...seventy five dollars your out of your mind...you had the first pass.I promised you that."

 

 They reach the car(already running) parked on a gravel road.Continueing the dialouge over the roof.

 

 "Every time you swear...'This time will be different'...well every fucking time...it has not been different!"Throwing up his hands in empasis.

 "You know I really try..but I am a sucker for aggresive people...they walk all over me."Looking to the ground,awkwardly opening the door of the rusted Buick."What could I do?"

 "All the problems in my life started the day I meet you...everybody told me that and this just proves it again."Settling into the drivers seat.

"That is unfair and you know it...really think you can pin your fucked-up-mess-of-a-life on me?"Turning to get in the car."You are cold wrong..."

Grrrrrum and gravel flys the car rolls a nudge.Then with a boost forward throws the would be passenger up against the door

at an angle.

 The car grips and continues as the tossed human object makes final contact with the swinging door....

   ..."Thats a wrap do we have all angles "The Director yells."Get the Paramedics for this stuntman ... "

 

— IKnowNoBox, Dec 03, 2007

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Region, Country: East Coast, USA

Favorite Poets: Weird Elf, Shel Silverstein, The Poet Anonymous

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Calliope

18 years 6 months ago

David!

Please explain this one to me.I'd like to hear what you were thinking at the time,lol Lacy Where power corrupts,poetry cleanses.
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IKnowNoBox

18 years 6 months ago

I thought I put it privite it is a short bit i am working on

the start of Neck Cramp(what I was thinking?a sharp second look at what was just read... a jerk to the neck you look back so fast. Qiestions are good when we are unsure what we read. Hope this reply helped a bit.A part writers exercise encouraged by Andrews Play. In ink, David