Analysis of Vanishing Hitchhiker
She’s a blur on a speedometer,
a sad swan of lace and make-up
masking bone with the grace of grave.
Her distress in prom dress drills your nerves
like a street lamp circuit
whining its handicap to the night.
Don’t stop, her request goes nowhere.
She wants you to stop. She waits
for your breaking moment of "Alas poor child!"
to skewer you with the dire truth of her mortality.
Don’t stop—
her little trick with door and portrait is cue
to bring you closer to the legacy of her accidental misery.
And isn’t that the point—
pin us to the berm and baptize us
in the morose of our own fated condition?
Don’t stop, it’s a given—
this roadside vision raises her thumb to us all.
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 101100100 01111011 10110111 001011111 101110 10110101 1100111 1111111 11101010111 11011011100100 11 01011101011 111101010010010100 01101 111010011 0001110110010 111010 11101001111 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 674 |
Words | 128 |
Sentences | 9 |
Stanzas | 6 |
Stanza Lengths | 3, 3, 3, 3, 3, 3 |
Lines Amount | 18 |
Letters per line (avg) | 29 |
Words per line (avg) | 7 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 87 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 21 |
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Submitted on May 01, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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