bump

so i hit a pot hole
and nearly died on IH35
broken axle/power steering shot
my car is broke but i am not
so i petitioned as if to stop
it was not the poetry that nearly killed
au contraire,it was my mode of getting there
(you cannot live without a car here)
clear as mud,i struggle on-to create poem in to song
(you do not have to read along-
you have your own life as creation
so if this weakened fire flickers out
you know what i am speaking about
none of us can avoid the bumps
economy is in the slumps
times demand we adjust
to create in this next moment
with friends as solid as axles-
oops!another bump!