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Apr 18, 2025

diesel breathing (post 6)

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diesel breathing (post 3)
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diesel breathing
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i found a red light that turned to green
the moment i sped past

that hour’s train thundered above as
i threatened the glossy paint
against the stone trestle
of the railroad bridge

the fog of thinking dissolved on that
cold road as I watched it
consumed underneath,
seventy miles per hour
pulling the yellow snake
across the black

i thought about abbreviations
the way you squeeze otherwise respectable words
as you punch out the order for a classified

i had listed it all for sale,
this car, without purpose, was last,
1owr hi-MPG turbo for $10,6
82k, all pwr, no accd., neg.

my mind pretended to dwell on boarding passes, mail forwarding
or the curious way that envelopes taste if you lick them
but her recent words stilll rang in my mind

a yellow sign blinked by
rating the road for twenty

i spun the wheel on a mountain turn
to feel a leap of fear
in my deadened heart

the tires, liberated by physics
spun against grass and gravel and grace
our mass rose up against the ground,
listing with the curve

strangely,
life didn’t slow
the tires regained the asphalt
the wheels shook

the rendezvous was called off
the smallest of things held

i thought perhaps i should treat this machine better
this diesel breathing woman was
the only love in my short life
who hadn't betrayed me

colored lights appeared behind
brighter than resurrection
a man of authority emerged from the blinding scene

an hour dissolved under his footsteps
he asked questions a philosopher would fear
“why, how”
i did not know. the lucid moments against god had passed
all i had was my fragmented reality

somehow i escaped that moment
i escaped responsibility,
turned the key to roar away

some dozen miles later,
i found my temporary home

i sat there
listening to the crinkling of the cooling engine
as frost climbed the glass
and thought about
life, a little
but mostly,
the mundane,
the transfer of title tags & registration

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Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

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Region, Country: New York, NY, USA

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The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet's AI: This poem offers a vivid narrative that intertwines the physical experience of driving with introspective reflections, creating a layered meditation on movement, responsibility, and attachment. The imagery of the car as a “diesel breathing woman” is a compelling metaphor that personifies the vehicle, imbuing it with emotional significance and grounding the poem’s exploration of connection and betrayal. The poem’s strength lies in its sensory details—the thunder of the train, the “yellow snake” of the road, the tactile sense of tires spinning on gravel—and in the way these details anchor the speaker’s shifting mental state. The tension between control and loss of control is palpable, especially in the mountain turn scene, where physics and fear intersect. This moment effectively conveys vulnerability and the precariousness of life’s journey. However, the poem’s structure and punctuation could benefit from more consistency to enhance readability and rhythm. The current free-form style sometimes causes the narrative to feel fragmented, which may be intentional but occasionally disrupts the flow. For example, the line breaks and spacing around “i spun the wheel on a mountain turn / to feel a leap of fear / in my deadened heart” could be tightened to heighten impact. There are a few minor typographical errors—“stilll” with three L’s, “1owr” instead of “lowr,” and “accd.” as an abbreviation—that might distract readers. Clarifying or standardizing abbreviations, especially in the car sale listing, would help maintain immersion without pulling the reader out of the poem’s mood. The philosophical questions posed by the man of authority introduce an intriguing thematic layer, but the poem could deepen this by exploring the speaker’s internal response more explicitly. The line “the lucid moments against god had passed” gestures toward existential struggle, yet the poem leaves this underdeveloped. Expanding on this tension could enrich the poem’s emotional resonance. Finally, the closing lines return to the mundane—“transfer of title tags & registration”—which effectively contrasts with the earlier intensity. This grounding is effective but might gain from a more deliberate tonal shift or a stronger concluding image to leave a lasting impression. In summary, the poem’s evocative imagery and emotional undercurrents are compelling, but refining structural elements, clarifying language, and deepening thematic exploration would strengthen its overall impact. Please send feedback to https://www.neopoet.com/contact