A UPS truck ran into a telephone pole on the corner near my home
I was 10
Skinny freaked out, wild eyed and full of shit
The driver’s head went through the windshield
Exploded on the telephone pole
Never occurred to me
The beauty of that
Blood, brains and all that milk
Everything ran down to the gutter
I ran down the hill observing the greying milk snake
My parents on the other hand were quite annoyed
The package they were expecting was destroyed!









Hauntingly penned, Keith. To use a baseball analogy, nice to see you haven’t lost your curveball. You always share the wildest stories my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Appreciate that Damian. Thanks!!
This is deep. The last two lines are a killer punch of this haunting poem. You’re a master of transforming cruel reality into poetry, dear Keith!
Thank you dearest Elke..xox