Evening Drive

Posted: November 15, 2013 in Poetry
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Out of mind,

God, tell me what it means!

This bullet is speeding me

down a silver path

to a land of neon streams.

Bright, shining reds

perforate my vision

and streak by as burning rivers.

This path stretches and narrows,

it doubles back and widens;

it continues, seemingly infinite,

in either direction.

I sit sweating,

hearing crackles and bumps

and the engine’s monotone catharsis

riddling me to a point

where I lose myself in the lights

that flare and feather quickly

before being replaced.

All as the harrowed sun drops.


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