Thursday, September 20, 2012

MTB/55: zen and the art of a beer truck wreck

pic above a restaurant toilet, Asheville, NC

late for work, i don't think
spilt beer will fly
                     as an excuse

but sit, transfixed
                     on golden tide,
foam & froth teeth tease the surface,
                     fountains arc

pSsssSsssSssss

from the wounded, greatest among them
a lumbering giant on its side

five minutes...six
traffic creEps--beEPs, pissSssed

missing life's show, window
down---i
breathe


Over at dVerse, we are looking at the moments of solitude we find in our lives...and at the pace we run, you take them when you can get them...so this morning, mine was being the first in line to wait at a rolled over beer truck...with thousands of cans rolling down the asphalt, spraying beer into the air. Doors open at 3 pm EST.

And told in 55 words, for my good friend g-man.

91 comments:

Shadow said...

heee heee heee, if ya can't drink it, sniff it...

Secret Agent Woman said...

Wouldn't that be something - a flood of beer.

ladyfi said...

That must have been quite a sight!

Who Is Afraid Of Miss Lovett? No, Mrs.Lovett... said...

Hi! Brian...
Tks, for sharing your very descriptive and very poetic
words as you relate...two completely, opposite moments: "solitude" and "pace [at wish] we run."
[Thanks, for sharing the image too!]
deedee :)

Mary said...

An amazing sight, I am sure. And tips(or tipsy?) all around the the clean-up crew perhaps....LOL.

manicddaily said...

Ha! A funny combo of urgency and solitude. Once I read of a molasses flood in massachusetts.

K.

Old Ollie said...

So far I've never spilled a beer, a record I hold dear.

Grace said...

I like the sounds of these...creeping traffic and pissed, I can relate to this ~

Happy Friday ~

DJan said...

And here I thought I was standing in a pisser with you. Until I read the explanation at the bottom, I was sure of it! :-)

the walking man said...

Trust me there would have been a mob on the street looking for free beer had that happened here.

Brian Miller said...

ha i tried to avoid that djan with the title....hehe...i have written on the mens room but never gone quite that far....lol

Pat Hatt said...

LOL a beer stream
Many a man's dream
At least with beer
Traffic can give a cheer
Or just get drunk
To ruin their late funk

Ella said...

Fun to read and imagine!
I love the visuals you shared~
I loved your Dr. Seuss comment for Sherry! ;D

Anyes said...

I can just imagine the commotion :-)

Jen Chandler said...

To find those small moments of peace and solitude, even in the midst of such chaos. You've communicated the feeling perfectly!

Cheers!
Jen :)

Annmarie Pipa said...

oh my gosh! like the wine in a tale of two cities!

happygirl said...

When I lived in Italy I was late for work once because a truck carrying HUGE bottles of wine was in an accident. Wine was running down the gutters of the highway. The aroma was intoxicating. :)

kaykuala said...

Streams of beer
That some hold dear
Enjoying the blast
Last drops from the glass
The pub's the place
None to replace

Hank

Valerie said...

Heehee a tipsy experience. I imagine the smell was very beery.

hedgewitch said...

Such a waste---were people scrambling to grab the booty? Breakfast of champions, perhaps?

Sometimes just breathing is the best response. And love the duck--he looks so disgruntled.

Alice Audrey said...

I've heard similar stories about beer wagons on the way to delivery at taverns getting overturned. Only the spraying was more a splashing.

kj said...

Good attitude, Brian. Breathing and breathing in :-)

I hate feeling rushed. I bring so much of that on myself, so it's not my doing, I try very hard to give myself a break.

'Transfixed on golden tide'. Nice

Love
kj

Dana Dampier said...

I bet that was something to see!

Moments of solitude are very important for my sanity!

Laurie Kolp said...

OMG- what a way to start your day! Love this (the irony), but hope it didn't put you too far behind.

Glenn Buttkus said...

Not being a beer drinker, I can leave the sniffing to you, but as a poetic event to start the day, and a 55 at that, kudos need to be splayed at your feet, sir; liked it a lot, reminding all of us that every moment of our lives is fodder for our poetic expressiveness.

Steve E said...

As I passed that "wreckage" Ahhhhh! With the window up or down, I not only could smell the golden nectar...Brian, I swear I could TASTE it! And I never even liked beer. (So, does your writing 'evoke', or not--grin?)

Start the morning with a gallon jug of White Port though...and by evening I'd say, "Bring on the (hic) BEER, Peeps!
Gotta keep this train rollin'..."

Anna Montgomery said...

Great capture of the moment, brought a big smile and then a frown (I can't stand the smell of beer). Transforming life into art = talent. Also, there's some sort of poetic angel that follows you around orchestrating these opportunities :).

ds said...

Nothing like the smell of stale beer to start the day. That is some image (and you were first in line, gee). But yes, seize the moment as it comes. Thank you.

Tara Miller said...

Great write again, my love! The sounds and description place us right there with you...and the smells.

David F. Barker said...

Love it! Strangely enough, if synchronicity has anything to do with beer... I'm drinking one right now! Warm English beer though Brian. :)

Susan Daniels said...

oh, this is great! I imagine the bees would go nuts too ;)

enough deep breaths, though, and you would fail a breathalyzer...ha.

Eric (Bubba) Alder said...

It all depends on who's spilling the beer and where. (No use crying over it, Brian!)

hollyannegetspoetic said...

Yes, I get this - the eye of the storm of being the first one at the scene. Gosh, that's hard...

Yousei Hime said...

Breathing ... that's what I keep forgetting to do. No wonder. ;) Love it.

Gloria said...

Love this Brian and love the image I love these draws!

Daydreamertoo said...

OMGoodness...all that booze!
Great 55 :)

Daydreamertoo said...

Thanks for adding the link Brian. Was being nagged to get supper on the go and made the comment then left before I added the link....somthing like that anyway....haha

JJ Roa Rodriguez said...

Hahaha... I remember when i was about 26yo, i had my friends over for beer drinking in the backyard. My mother was calling me several times and keep saying, give me a moment... And the moment turns into hours. Of her being angry, ordered 2 cases of 24 bottles a cases. A d let me drink and drink... For sureyou knew what happened. I was in bed for 2 days... Hehehehe....

JJRod'z

nephiriel said...

hahaha wonderful poem
i bet you WERE pissed.

John (@bookdreamer) said...

All that solitude pouring away!

Claudia said...

really..i feel sad for all the spilt beer but i would've loved to see and smell it..ha...love those stolen moments of solitude in the middle of everyday life..these forced breaks that make us breathe deeper for some minutes...

Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said...

Great images Brian--how do you guys write so much and so fast?????

Natasha Head said...

I'm sorry...but I'm picturing you behind the steering wheel, eyes glazed over blissful, while gallons of beer fall from the sky and silver bullets whiz past...I think you've just scripted the next bud light commercial..."BEER"...it's pure poetry ;)

FrankandMary said...

But saying: Some homeless man I just tried to help spilled beer on me would be terrible. Yes, it would, but still, I might try it.
Supporting the kids & all :-).

Daniel said...

If I had a nickel for every tipped over beer truck that caused me to be late for work ...

Bodhirose said...

Wow...well, at least that would have entertained me a bit..watching the cans scatter and spew!

ayala said...

A sight to see :)

Mama Zen said...

I love those first lines!

Apryl Gonzales Sweet said...

I can definitely relate to this! Sometimes the only moments are the ones we take in spite of business. This is a vivid snapshot of your day... very nice! :)

izzy said...

Hmm- a sticky situation! Hahaha-

Quotes,Photos and a little Poetry said...

Lol, one way to explain some moments in life.

lime said...

wow, that must have been an interesting sort of mess! hope no one was hurt but also having visions of beer lovers licking the pavement.

Margaret said...

Late because you were rIding a foaming, frothing golden tide of beer... Hey, did your work believe you? :)

S.E.Ingraham said...

Well told - I was right there with you, like it or not and it did give me a pretty good chuckle ...

http://leapinelephants.blogspot.ca/2012/09/alone.html

Ann (bunnygirl) said...

Even spilled beer can be an excuse if you document it properly. You did get a picture, right?

beckykilsby said...

Poetry in the pSSss of spilt beer. Be thankful :)

You do a great job of showing the irritation, the stress and somehow shifting out of it. Nice.

Fred Rutherford said...

fun and most creative take on the prompt. Glad to see all that spilt milk, err. beer, didn't go to waste on you…really a cool direction your solitude produced thanks

JANU said...

I have never experienced a spilled beer...but, your description makes it easier for me to imagine...we need Zen at times like these!

Leovi said...

Nice poem, excellent vision of spilled beer.

G-Man said...

So...?
You had a front row seat...For FREE!
Lucky guy...
So it wasn't a total loss, you got a post inspiration eh?
Loved your reality 55 Son
Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End

poetjanstie said...

O Brian, those moments alone in the car - the 20th and 21st century occupational hazard - I almost forgot what it feels like to be stuck in a car (I used to travel a lot for business), interminable traffic, time to kill, listen to music, recite soliloquies out loud or just think, but sometimes, if you're not in a rush, it provides an important respite in solitude. This poem gives us such a relevant perspective on modern life.

Marbles in My Pocket said...

If ya gotta sit in traffic, you might as well enjoy it! Great write, Brian. I swear, I can smell the beer!

joanna said...

great moment capture, brian. love all the "psss" sounds... like the cracking of a thousand beer cans at once. :)

Ginny Brannan said...

Great capture of one of those strange and unavoidable moments that happen when you least expect. Why not use as an excuse--as Judge Judy always says"...you can't make stuff like this up!!"

vbholmes said...

"transfixed
on golden tide,
foam & froth teeth tease the surface,
fountains arc

pSsssSsssSssss"

"...i
breathe"
You got to enjoy three of the five senses associated with beer drinking but were denied the tactile pleasure of a slick, cold beer can in your hand and the tantalizing taste of a good lager on your tongue. Life's not fair, man....

Rashmi said...

ha..ha you have beautifully portayed the accident...it seemed like we were also there on the spot.

annell said...

No it probably won't. I liked it.

Other Mary said...

lol, that's what I call alcohol abuse!

Hilary said...

On golden tide.. love that. I hope the driver wasn't .. ale-ing. ;)

Love that above-toilet picture.

Magpie said...

"Gee, Mr. Miller, why do you smell like beer this morning? Late night?"

PattiKen said...

Nothing like starting the day with the heady aroma of barroom floor. But I bet it gave you something to talk about when you got to work. P,S, That picture is really above a restaurant toilet? That speaks of an admirable sense of humor. I love it.

Monkey Man said...

And I would have been the crazy ass guy running down the freeway, mouth open chaising the spewing beer cans ;)

˙·٠•●❤Sh@KiR@ ❤●•٠·˙ said...

I do not drink but reading your poem, sounds like fun! Wonderful 55! Mine is here
Have you an AWESOME ROCKING WEEKEND!
hugs
shakira

Jill from Killeny Glen said...

Now that had to have been QUITE a sight! Anyone scrambling to grab one?

Once again...55 words. DONE.

Sharp Little Pencil said...

One of my relatives got hit by a beer truck and died. Somehow that bit of familial history didn't surprise me in the least! Amy

RMP said...

I agree that excuse probably wouldn't fly. you made me think of Harry Chapin's 30,000 Pounds of Bananas; I imagine it might work well with beer.

jane hewey said...

this is one of those moments that seem much longer than it is. dragging out until the window opens and you breathe. vivid writing!

Cheryl said...

I'll bet that smelled some kind of awful first thing in the morning.

One Prayer Girl said...

Ahhhhh - a moment to practice patience and maybe even a time for prayer.

Thanks for taking such good care of my loved one.

Prayer Girl

pandamoniumcat said...

Yes sometimes you just have to breathe.

Paige + Shauna said...

wow...i'm amazed at the way you
wrote such a profound poem from
this incident.

kkkkaty said...

Was I the only one who at first thought you were in the men's bathroom??
Really amazing how you turn the images back to back to better see the moments ..separately..

my heart's love songs said...

love the poem, love the duck!

have a great weekend, Brian!

sreeja harikrishnan said...

funny and your writing too is interesting with all its happenings there......with such reads I am sure I will not be trapped in my fence...all smiles...the best thing in blogging is reading others.....

Christine said...

wow, that would have been something, no beer trucks in my neck of the woods, just the odd septic pump outs

Sue said...

I've heard of sniffing glue, but beer??

;)

Nilanjana Bose said...

spilt beer and deep breath of solitude such a good combo...loved the fun images here

Goofball said...

oooh spilt beer, how sad!

Pat said...

I'm surprised people didn't get out and scoop up the beer in cups! That would make the waiting easier! ;)

You could write a poem about ANYTHING!

Okie said...

lol...what a funny image and funny poem. Thanks for a great Monday pick-me-up.

Very evocative. :)

Syd said...

I am sure that one person's flotsam was another's jetsam.