Drive by Dreaming
Cars dead by the roadside
strewn like crumpled toys,
an overturned tanker truck
spewin' noxious gas destroys
hedgerow's modest suck,
bankrupting the countryside.
Blundering shadows in silence
stand, black sentinel silhouettes
against a leaden sky. Tyrants
all, disdain this land, in cahoots
conspire, as I go whooshing by.
Ears full, lungs tight, island
mouths speak out both sides.
At this speed I scarce can hold
my own, my mind's impressions
fleeting, yet my soul beats cold
as the lie is sown, low in subsoil
seeping. In time all things to light
are brought, ditches feed creeks,
watersheds ill into oceans spill,
while I 'in reality' lay dreaming.
YOU ARE READING
Express, baggage and all...
PoetryObjects in the mirror are closer than they appear... Just when you think you've put something behind you for good, you look back and find it trails you like your very own comet's tail, lighting a path through the dark. Reading through these pages...
