following the road reflectors
like bread crumbs along asphalt
my tires painting their prints
into the moist skin of the road
mmmmmmm
that hum
the soothing purr of the engine
sometimes it’s all I need to hear
to feel like I’m going somewhere
weaving through the black
following the light
aimlessly
or maybe I’m fleeing
from the gnawing and piercing will
of the demons at my heels
a distance to separate
us between fumes
and fog
it was clear
I needed to leave though
I’ll take this baby as far as she’ll go
till she breaks down along
the shoulder
and I have to turn off the lights
even then my feet will touch pavement
and we’ll walk together in the dark
with my eye lids closed
so that I know when
I’ve found my
light
because I’ll have wandered off the road
with its distracting signs, guides, and reflectors
I’ll have made a more direct path
I’ll look for that dim glow
a flicker that draws me
from behind the skin
on my eyes
I'll welcome
the thorns and splinters
and I’ll walk straight towards it
till it grows brighter than the sun’s
starry spray of flashing colors
and I’ll open my eyelids
to find home
starring back
in your
pupils
Nov 26, 2012
Nov 26, 2012 at 3:24 PM UTC
following the road reflectors
like bread crumbs along asphalt
my tires painting their prints
into the moist skin of the road
mmmmmmm
that hum
the soothing purr of the engine
sometimes it’s all I need to hear
to feel like I’m going somewhere
weaving through the black
following the light
aimlessly
or maybe I’m fleeing
from the gnawing and piercing will
of the demons at my heels
a distance to separate
us between fumes
and fog
it was clear
I needed to leave though
I’ll take this baby as far as she’ll go
till she breaks down along
the shoulder
and I have to turn off the lights
even then my feet will touch pavement
and we’ll walk together in the dark
with my eye lids closed
so that I know when
I’ve found my
light
because I’ll have wandered off the road
with its distracting signs, guides, and reflectors
I’ll have made a more direct path
I’ll look for that dim glow
a flicker that draws me
from behind the skin
on my eyes
I'll welcome
the thorns and splinters
and I’ll walk straight towards it
till it grows brighter than the sun’s
starry spray of flashing colors
and I’ll open my eyelids
to find home
starring back
in your
pupils
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