Parking Wish

Handicapped parking spaces
Where almost no one can park,
Are so darned inviting
Near the store, in the dark,
But, forget it, you’ll be penalized
If you use even one,
Parking police come along
And price your ticket on stun.

Looking for a valid space
Where none really exist,
As those handicap parking spaces
Beckon us in the mist,
They look so inviting
Like the most delicious dish,
But only the cripples can park there
While all the rest of us wish.

 

Hydroplaning

It is raining like a son of a cloud
Rain drops hitting really loud,
The road is slick and we’re hydroplaning
The puddles suggest it isn’t draining,
Cars and trucks are bouncing around
Slipping sideways on the ground,
Not sure how long our lives will last
But it’s fun to watch, when we drive too fast.

 

Rhythmic

via Daily Prompt: Rhythmic

Rhythmic
An important term, to me,
I am a student of rhythms
Of the heart, specifically,
Fast, slow and irregular
Or absent, asystolic,
Just a little more concerning
Than a baby with Colic.

 

Burka

Burka

She prays for hours a day
And her husband performs Puja,
She dresses in a burka
Like she wore in Fallujah,
When they go to bed at night
He says honey, please take it off,
The dust on your old burka
It always makes me cough.

 

 

 

Lush

via Daily Prompt: Lush

Amazonian lush
The atmosphere could crush you
Easily into submission,
Dropped into the forest
With nothing but a sore wrist,
Truly extraordinary rendition.