The Thing You Ride Your Life In

Serviceably jerry-built,
the thing you ride your life in –
lawn mower-motor-powered

wood-slat shed-cum-bed
on wheels adorned with two
huge blue and yellow feathers,

large green pillow and small
scraps of faded red fringed
velvet – manages with some

small dignified aplomb
to bump its way along
whatever path your feeble

grasp of math can calculate
for it and you. You haven’t
crashed it yet. But something

odd beyond your go-cart tugs –
more now than it normally does.
Felt invisibilities arrive,

confound and skew. Lately
you’ve been wondering
what you are driving through.

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