Friday, September 05, 2008

Poetry Friday: The Word is GAS

Today’s Poetry Friday Word is GAS.


Gas is just funny, innit? We fill up with gas, we pass gas, we think it’s a gas, we turn on the gas…a stinky invisible thing our bodies produce, a liquid that keeps our frantic society franticly moving, a description of how we finished the foot race.

Feel free to release an SBD (silent but deadly) cloud of GAS in your blog post today, in whatever form makes you grin and say “ahhhhh”…story, poem, missive on the weather, country music/R&B crossover song, haiku, Play-Doh statue…. Me? I have a chart…yes, I’m a dork…and something I jotted down on a magazine blow-in card after a 5K.

Have a good weekend, y’all!

Michigan’s 6-year History of Gas Prices (yes, I’m weeping):


Ignited I
Spit oil I
Sweat gasoline
Pistons push gears
Grind chk chk
Pounding tar blades
Spin catch
Spark catch

Shaking BANG
Rhythm BANG
Hard ground BANG
No match for my rubber

Machine flies
because it must
Machine spins
Because it knows
No other speed
But run
But run
But run


At 9:43 AM, Blogger gary rith said...

Ok, another chorus of
"beans beans the ...........ACK! Alright I'll stop!"

At 3:46 PM, Blogger Bob said...

I didn't want to build a post around these because it had been done so recently elsewhere, but I couldn't stand not sharing them on GAS poetry friday:

At 3:50 PM, Blogger Clowncar said...

Nice poem. And nice Friday word pick o the week!

That graph made me weep as well.

At 5:36 PM, Blogger meno said...

I had a dog who belied your labeling of gas as invisible. I swear it was green.

At 12:39 PM, Blogger Sanjay said...

Loved your take on gas. :)

At 9:57 PM, Blogger Maggie said...

if cars were powered on gas, we'd all eat a lot of beans and brussel sprouts wouldn't we?

love the poem.

At 9:57 PM, Blogger Maggie said...

yeah i meant to say personal gas


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