Onramp
Switch into 5th
Accelerate
Pass
Decelerate
Coast
And keep coasting
Past the dust gathering on the edge of the plain
Outside of your view, coming closer
Until tiny drops of medicine fall all over
Your body
Roll up the windows
Hit the accelerator
And hydroplane, tires loose, stop
Open up your arms
Open up your mouth
Open up your body
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
So bright, natural-electronic
Flash, freeze frame it
And you’re placed on silver halides
Until the police push you in the gutter
Onramp.
Switch into 1st
Decelerate
Clean up you: Mess.
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Lie: That Night, I Didn't Think We Would Make It
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2 comments:
Wow... that makes me almost want to cry. Almost. Which means it is pretty strong. It's like a vodka poem - burns your throat but somehow it goes down, and you like it. Or maybe that's what vodka's like. Possibly.
I like it.. A lot.
And I definitely agree with Emily. It does leave a sad and bitter taste in your mouth. Which just goes to show it's a great poem. :)
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