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Rocky Road

by Dovina

Member since 2004 · Posted 11 Oct 2005 · Edited 12 Oct 2005 · 11 comments

Westward pavement, rubberized asphalt made from big-rig tires. Newer versions roll thereon taking others to be ground. Now the tires, old and new, throb with pound of trailer, the last of eighteen wheels to pass a place of sweet remembrance. Driver drowsy drifts to shoulder, wakes in time to whip it back. Trailer wags a whimsic wander, out to gravel shoulder drifts. The rightmost tire grabs a rock in crevice of its tread; Lifts it, slings it, Upward, backward With cracking speed to glass. Flaps outstretched like waving hands wish that rock goodbye. The driver blinks and straightens, vows to stay awake, recalls a special deal he got one snowy day in Denver— fancy flaps with woman nude, tits up and facing back.

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11 comments

[9] ALChemy 12-Oct-05/4:46 AM Reply
Did you mean "a place OF sweet remembrance"

A really fun read with a groovy beat.
[n/a] Dovina › ALChemy 12-Oct-05/7:19 AM Reply
Yes on the “of.” Thank you. See edit. Then kindly replace your vote. That would be the groovy thing to do.
[9] INTRANSIT 12-Oct-05/6:09 AM Reply
if this isn't bait, I don't know what is. Good that you kept it simple, I'd hate to come down hard on you. LOL. Try to merge the two flaps lines together. and you have a rogue -as- in the last. I think you can merge the drowsy and blinking driver lines too. I love the sweet rememberance and the dual significance of the decorated mud flaps. Incidentally, four-wheelers aren't the only ones to get chipped windshields. I've got three in my Petes drivers side.
[n/a] Dovina › INTRANSIT 12-Oct-05/7:18 AM Reply
You’re right about the rogue “as” in the last. I was tired last night writing it. You know how a poem stews all day while you’re driving. See edit. Then kindly replace your vote.

The first flaps line has them waving goodbye to the rock. The second is the driver’s recollection of buying them and refers back to line 4. Same with the drowsy driver lines. The first has him drowsing, the second has him recovering.
[9] INTRANSIT › Dovina 12-Oct-05/2:16 PM Reply
the decoration could be a reference to a love past or something of that nature.
[n/a] Dovina › INTRANSIT 12-Oct-05/5:27 PM Reply
Are your flaps decorated? The comment seem vaguely personal. In any case, I hope your flaps are the semi-rigid kind that don't flap uslessly in the wind, waving goodbye to every rock your tires lift from the road. I picture you as one of those kind-to-little-people truckers who don't try to terrorize us.
[n/a] zodiac 13-Oct-05/2:06 AM Reply
The last two lines don't make up for the rest being practically not-English.
[8] wilco › zodiac 13-Oct-05/12:48 PM Reply
Oh, come one, you know you saw the word tits and instantly got a hard-on.
[n/a] zodiac › wilco 15-Oct-05/5:37 AM Reply
I did come one, eventually, but nothing makes me instantly get a hard-on.
[n/a] Dovina › zodiac 15-Oct-05/12:07 PM Reply
I am so flattered.
[n/a] zodiac › Dovina 17-Oct-05/1:12 AM Reply
Don't be. You do the job as well as, to name a few, velveeta cheese, Lisa Kudrow, or poking myself repeatedly in the eye with a pen. It's not a distinguished category.