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Chicken
by Jon-Jacob F DealSometimes love is
A game of chicken
Played inside a single car--
The kind they use for driver's ed.
Staring intently at each other,
You're flooring it together,
Hurtling madly forward,
Until she looks away and
Is damn-near standing on her set of brakes.
"Where the hell are we going?" she says.
"Um... Forever?" you respond, nonplussed.
"That's not a good idea," she says.
"You were fine with it a minute ago," you reply,
Foot still giving it all she's got.
But over the screaming of the engine and
The silence of the wheels,
What you're really wondering is
Why, in the colorblindness of love,
Red and green look just alike,
And what you did that made her
Turn her head. 05/27/2009 Posted on 05/28/2009
Copyright © 2025 Jon-Jacob F Deal
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kris Mara on 05/28/09 at 01:02 PM really great voice in this, love the metaphor...the first three lines pulled me in and really set the tone for the rest of the piece... |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 06/28/09 at 10:51 PM You cleverly and poignantly describe the predicament and confusion of the male lover in the presence of what often seems like another species rather than another gender of this one. Excellent piece, Jon-Jacob. |
| Posted by Deborah Breuer on 07/01/09 at 05:34 PM So, sad but true. even int he switching of places I find. Well done. |
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