River ice jamstuck bridgebent, bang crackpop. He boards his jeep then engines it alive with a twist the big clattering tit & rather than wrangle away straightaway as we all thought he might
he sat there contemplating his poopec, bridgebent with his window down & pouring in, flecking his button-down shirt summer rains that somehow managed to pop up BANG! every day in this part of the world at about this same time every day, every year.
I don’t care how hot you maybe were once how hot you were only moments before, you get pelted with one of those BIG bulbous, spring-filled river ice monsters CRACK! felled from the heavens on days like those much as gravity-bound bodies tend to do this time of day in this part of the world flesh on flesh skin on skin unseen forces unseen drives
it was like CRACK! Pop! rammin’ jammin’ icicles the size of Maglites the kind that holds six batteries in the tube each one a size D jamstuck straightaway right up your keister …(all that’s left) (for this is what’s right)… just try & wrangle away now crackpop crackpop crack pop icy rivers, ten thousand snows fell in his window as he sat there contemplating some notion
at least then you might comprehend (SAVVY?) understand how a few drops river ice rained down on such damn hot days could possibly hold such bold glacial bridgebent grips.
EDITOR’S NOTE: This poem was selected from entries submitted to our Creative Challenge Series #28: First Sentences, which required that the first sentence in the text must be used as given. Read other Creative Challenge winners. To find out how to participate, go to Creative Challenges.