The Orange Room Review

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Three Lanes of Hell

by Mather Schneider


Iím in my cab
stalled
like a walrus in rush hour,
filtering Friday fumes
through untrimmed nostril hairs.
Two nuns argue
in the gray Prelude
in my rearview mirror.
One of them flails her arms
like a black windmill
around a face twisted
with hatred.
The other white knuckles
the wheel
and looks straight
into my eyes.



MATHER SCHNEIDER is a 40 year old odd jobber living in Tucson with a Mexican girl. He has a book coming out by Interior Noise Press this December. His poems have appeared in many magazines and web sites since 1995. He has a blog at notesofatroll.blogspot.com.