The bustling elocution of
the eight-track saints
rattles nerves like diodes
hitched to an electric chair
Rancid impulses coagulate
around anger, another rant
blares from the radio
Car racing homeward
lizards skulking among
dead armadillos on the shoulder
One last chance for a course change
flinging into the driveway
desperate to say, I understand,
forgetting reason frothed to static
going instead for the gun
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This is for the latest wordle prompt at Read Write Poem (#88). I like these word list prompts because I generally approach the writing with no preconceived notions of what the poem is going to be about. I just let the list of words play and try to see where they land. This one kind of surprised me.