Top Gun


He guns his motor
Adolescent tumescence
Pity his neighbours

Perhaps you have one in your neighbourhood too. Just trying to dissipate my irritation here. Apologies. 😉

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on January 25, 2013, in Poetry, Senryu, Writing and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 6 Comments.

  1. Ah, we have one across the road with a Vauxhall Corsa. You have my sympathies.

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    • Thank. He seems to be away most of the time these day – work or college? – so we are only “blessed” with his presence at weekends. Who knows, he may even grow up one of these days. 🙂


  2. I must say, “tumescence” is a splendid word.

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  3. the city I live in is filled to the brim with these Top Guns, along with my irritation….sometimes selective hearing comes in handy 😉

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