Two Poems
By U.V. Ray.
Road Trip
cranked up on gin
taking me along on her 100 miles an hour suicide drive
the cigarette stub
in her mouth
still lit.
3 gms of speed in her blood
stream
watching mountains fall behind
us
in parenthesis
and the asphalt (bone dry in the heat as cracked lips)
stretching to the
distance.
between gas stations and
motels
red lining the v8 son of a bitch
with soundtrack on the
radio:
generation
x.
Girl On The Underground
down in the subway
chilled
to the bone
blood cells
pulsing like atoms
in a 4 am
cyclone
she stands
alone
with lipstick
smeared
and nicotine streaked
tears
upon a face
that is broken hearted
and torn
and amidst
the florid storm
the heady tempest
of vapour trails
heartbreak and holocaust
that permeates the air
like a cold sweat
breaking out
across the precipice
of dawn
she looks like
some fatal symbol
of beauty
a flower
in the fist of a corpse.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Over the course of the last 20 years, U.V. Ray’s written work has appeared both in print and online in scores of magazines and anthologies around the world including Smoke, Aesthetica, A Bard Hair Day, The New Statesman, Underground Voices and The Beat. His second collection, Tarantula, is due out later in 2009.
First published in 3:AM Magazine: Friday, May 1st, 2009.
