' ' ' ' Down Some Imaginary Road(For Lynn)

My Uncle’s old blue van gone to seed now growing like some strange mechanical vegetable beside the chicken shed. A cock waking up the morning. Soon the sizzle of a sun like a big fried egg. Old blue van talks to itself. Its blue maddened with rust. Its mind all honeysuckle & wild woodbine. Lost its wheels lost a screw or two too ...gone a bit crazy. Sam the dog squints through the shattered windscreen cracked as memory. Paws upon the steering wheel thinking in “dog”: “Now, how does one start this damn thing? ” Checks his rear view ...mirror Nothing coming but three trees but they’re keeping a safe distance. Chicken in the backseat with a new laid egg (still warm) chatting chicken sh** as usual. Put the fear of God in any dog with squawk turn left squawk turn right. But Sam don’t speak no chicken so it falls on dear ears It’s all Chinese to him but it sure is annoying! I, in the front passenger seat trying to avoid the stinging nettles growing up amongst the gear stick. Dandelions jumping on the running board roses trying to hitch a lift (to any old where outta here) snails hanging on on the bonnet for dear life cobwebs caught in the slip stream screaming: “Stop... ...there’s a horse! ” Dolly the horse trots into view. Whoa we nearly hit her! She snorts derisively & neighs, I put the old jalopy into reverse & sting myself to bits: “Ouch…ouch, , , oops! ” Looks like we stalled. I get out & check the engine. Just as I thought ...ain’t no engine! Only brambles & thorns brambles & thorns. I get torn to bits trying to fix it. “Ouch... ouch...oops! ” I get arrested by my Auntie’s voice. End up doing time doing mindless chores as the old blue van goes on without me down some imaginary road.