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Truck-Stop Love

by effenheimer at 05:05 PM on May 10, 2003

Not to turn BadSam into just another shitty poetry site, but since I don't write much poetry and when I do it's ANTI-poetry, I figured that would be OK. Plus, I am competing in a Poetry Slam tonight and thought I'd share an entry with you. Just so you know, I KNOW it's shitty, it's supposed to be since that is at least element I see as anti-poetic. Other elements include using language that is deliberately incongruous with the subject matter (as this is), disrespecting the conventions of poetry, satire, humor, etc. Basically, it's about NOT trying to be brilliant. In that way, I have succeeded.

Truck-Stop Love

You approach my rig, Venus in blue jeans,
Tweaking my baser instincts.
You smell like a urinal cake,
Kind of sweet in a visceral way.
Ten bucks for a blow?
Welcome to Tupelo!
I feel obliged to accept your services,
Nothing wrong with rentin' cervixes.
Who says love on a pedestal's the only way?
I'll take mine in a sleeper any day!
You're not a bad person, neither am I,
Hop on in and don't be shy!
You're way ahead of me 'cause you're a pro-
fessional call girl on the go.

(Go away, officer! Nothing to see here!)

Who says romance is dead?
It is alive in the back of my cab.
CB antennae, waves in the night,
Advertizing our union to those who might,
See my truck, rockin' and shakin',
Radio blastin', chassis creakin'.
No other land-speed record's as fun to beat!
Truck stop lovin's better'n sleep!
All night long or an hour or two,
Whatever I do, I do to you.
Morning comes, new dawn fades,
Grab some coffee and my shades,
handful of speed and back on the road
What a great day to haul my load!

comments (6)

Anti poetic or not...made me smile...reminds me of something I wrote called Trailer Park Twitch @ http://drivethroughpoetry.blogspot.com/...hee hee...Slam On!

by Sheryl at May 10, 2003 5:47 PM

Nothing like a gal who smells like a urinal cake to gets those juices flowing. LOL.

by Anna at May 12, 2003 7:41 AM

... You're not a bad person, neither am I...
Apparently, either you or the hooker feels as though they have to make this point apparent. I believe it is you EFF who feels the slight tinge of guilt, not the hooker. The Hooker, the Wild West Beauty, she has no concept of Social Status, she does what she does for the love of the FreeMarkets. I'll bid $100 for that Hooker. Demand is High for the Elegant Hooker, and the Supply is oh, so fucking low these days...

by LOCKHEED at May 12, 2003 4:51 PM

Basically, I'd take a simple hardworking HOOKER with Integrity over any idealistic Vassar, Wellesley Trust Fund chick anyday.

by LOCKHEED at May 12, 2003 4:54 PM

As an absolute aside, this poem was actually my first encounter with Eff. I was an editor for the campus magazine, and we were putting out the "creative" issue - poetry, fiction, art, etc. This was one of several poems that Eff submitted. Most of the people on the selection committee were the type who really thought they were "artists" and they absolutely HATED Eff's stuff. Luckily, I thought it was brilliant, as did the editor in chief, and we forced this through. If I remember, we traded one crappy poem that neither of us liked to get this one in, sort of like how John and Paul were writing songs that the other hated, so they'd trade each other to decide what made it on each album ("I'll trade you 'Revolution #9' for 'Rocky Raccoon'").

by mg at May 12, 2003 5:31 PM

I did not know that story. I had heard something simular, but did not realize you were an editor of ethos. Suffice it to say, trcuk stop love was a big hit.

by eff at May 12, 2003 6:06 PM

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