phantom highway
one hundred miles an hour
is not that fast compared
to the past ten years
gone in a flash
such a blurry mess
god knows where everything
lost or stolen ended up
chasing the southern sun
down a divided highway
a cold one on my lap
flashing red lights
materialize in my rear view
sirens demanding I pull over
this souped-up monster
I don’t think I’ll let them
catch me today
and I disappear by bleeding
into the faraway landscape
my mind and body seemingly
finding new life
plugged into this fine machine
february two thousand fifteen
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I like this very much.
Thank you, I’m so glad you do.
“Bleeding into the faraway landscape”… Wonderful writing!
Thank you very much, Jan. So nice to see you back visiting and especially for retweeting this poem on twitter. Wishing all the best to you and yours.
That’s the way to do it – don’t let them catch up with you!! 😉
Strange, I just made a comment on a photo of someone’s motorbike. And I was saying even though I’m not into bikes it must be a good feeling on one of those. This poem kind of goes really well with that!! 😀
Thanks Suzy! It’s interesting the connections we make with words and pictures…I can certainly imagine how the two would go together!
I wonder if it’s wise though.. but I love the hope in dream of disappearing
Not sure if it’s wise either, but hope is definitely a good thing!