Wandered Too Far

The clouds rolled in
and covered the clear blue sky.
I was sitting on a park bench. 
My lady at my side.
The darker it got the closer it came.
We stood up to leave.
It started to rain.

Her hand in mine
we ignored all the signs.
we trampled the tulips
to shave off some time.
The cat's weren't there.
It was just raining dogs.
We were searching for shelter
in the perennial down pour.

Clueless we were to how far the car.
We made the mistake and wondered too far.
Dripping from drops that showered our spot.
It forced us to flee. 
Right from the start.

The faster we ran in search for dry land.
We both were soon soaked.
That’s not what I planned.
It happened so fast as both of us gasped.
Soon after our scare.
We only could laugh. 

 

Copyright © 2006 Joe A. Buccellato

Victims Of A Madman

There's a madman out on the run
he's under the gun and out of control.
He's lost his mind time after time
not even Satan wants his soul.
He tries to hide from watching eyes
as he subsides beneath the shadows.
He'll have to one day face his crimes and hang
before the Gallows.

Fears in his face to flee his case
he's in a race to disappear.
He needs a place to not be traced
so time could waste and ease his fear.
His only thought is not be caught
the fight is fought to lose the law.
But in his mind he wants to find some extra time
to kill some more.

There's an A.P.B that’s in effect for all police.
There's a madman on the loose that leaves
his trademark at the scene.
While guns are cocked and doors get locked
there's a nation on their toes.
The world is shocked he can't be stopped
as the death toll quickly grows.

To get his fill he seeks to kill
if blood is spilled he's peaked his thrill.
Time it takes to raise the stakes
his victims ache... until the lake!

 

Copyright © 2006 Joe A. Buccellato

Ruining Your Thrill

Green turns the light as you step on the gas.
Rubber is burning. 
Your speed picks up fast.
The cars on the road appear to be still.
The cruiser behind you is ruining your thrill.

The lights in your view are gaining on you.
Don't give a chase.
In the long run you'll lose.
Come to a stop and admit your mistake.
Say your throttle got stuck.
He may just cut you a brake.

You pull to the side well off the main street.
The roach in the tray takes you no time to eat.
Chewing along to your favorite song while 
stuffing a beer can underneath the front seat.

He walks to your car as he's clickin' his pen.
You make up a story that he had heard time again.
You beg and you plead at the edge of your seat.
The cost of your deed is what you make in a week.

The summons was given and the damage is done.
The older we get we limit our fun.
The good with the bad is an on going fad.
If it's fault of our own.
It's at ourselves we get mad.

If you want to have fun and your seeking a thrill.
Prepare to be ready to cover it's bill.
Lucky you'll get but not all the time.
If it happens your caught... you'll be payin' it's fine.

 

Copyright © 2006 Joe A. Buccellato

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