A Broken Street Ride

Ballerina dancing on the pot holes,
Like a footballer kicking for goals.
Baritone of dull thumps,
Soprano of screeches.

Braking and moving,
Moving and braking -
A rhythmic continuation.

In a fitful rapture
A moment to capture
Like the dance of wooers
And beloveds' run of pretense.

Jerks breaking backbones
Tumble you in front,
You sit up right back
For fleet of pebbles and stones
In orderly stack
Await you upfront.

Then there comes
Water volleys
Of dirt churned in drain water
Flowing like rivers
With rippling shivers
Right on wickedly broken roads
Stored like tons of valuables in hoards.