#freeway
(Radio plays)
I gave you the land and yet you set fire to it.
I gave you the sea and yet you left it undiscovered.
I gave you the sky and yet you are too sore to soar.
I gave you the peace and yet you sold it piece by piece.
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My beacon of inner light has short circuited.
Casted away on war torn waves, an empty vessel I display.
Yeah uh-huh, the beauty of life just laid to waste.
God’s forgiveness was never asked for anyways.
Soul by soul, purgatory’s trip was a Buick stuck on the freeway.
Jun 2, 2025
Jun 2, 2025 at 11:26 PM UTC
Eyelids heavy on the I-30,
You kissed my hand and told me you loved me.
Not a soul on the road, just you, me and Biggie,
Looking at the sunrise you said, “Isn’t she pretty?”
Jan 30, 2025
Jan 30, 2025 at 8:00 AM UTC
Driving down the freeway
underneath the dark night sky.
Thinking about it all.
Tears falling from my eye.
Starring out the window
at the reflection in the mirror.
Remembering the times
when it all seemed so much
clearer.
Jul 7, 2023
Jul 7, 2023 at 2:29 AM UTC
On the overpass
a man throws his arms up
In crucifixion grace
His expression is wandering between
Elation and desecration
Face ****** to the late afternoon sun
Belly pressed to the rail like the bow of a ship
My stomach curdling
I pass beneath him
Panicked, I check the rear view for swerving cars and relieved,
find none.
At home the 911 call list shows nothing
On that stretch of road.
I hope he was only greeting the autumn
An icarus whose wings
Never melted.
Sep 25, 2021
Sep 25, 2021 at 5:06 PM UTC
Late night chore
****** score
can of sardines Toyota Camry
cigarettes are thrown out the window
after they’ve burned to ash.
Life is grueling
money pulling
social circles are salesman circuits
items in stores can be sold by anyone
money belongs to whoever is holding it
the rabbit outruns the fox
because the fox is running for its dinner
and the rabbit is running for its life.
Wheels are spinning
not winning
up and down Hopple Street
cash clutched in clenched clinging fingers
swivel squirrel seekers scan the street for swine
snakes slithering to ****** sparrows with clipped wings
flashing lights bring fame and shame.
Lifetime of disappointment
hedonistic enjoyment
outstretched arms receive god
precarious stones in the water mark the path
murky liquid lies beneath lies within
murky thoughts from beneath lie within
murky dreams from within lie beneath.
Cycle of looting
then shooting
concession consolation
paranoia prerequisite
thievery theology
potholes collect in the freeway
vehicles begin to fall apart.
Jun 20, 2020
Jun 20, 2020 at 3:25 PM UTC
you are looking at me
cause you need it...
i am looking at you
freeway of dreams
we become one
body
Mar 8, 2020
Mar 8, 2020 at 2:52 PM UTC
and now you're upset
because i'm sitting in the
passenger seat of an infiniti
with frank ocean playing,
another hand holding the
one that you used to.
still, i want to be holding yours again.
Feb 15, 2019
Feb 15, 2019 at 9:56 PM UTC
Expectation
We bow to our gods
Our demigods
Take sides
Give credit where we think
Credit's due
***** at the other
An exercise in hope
Despair, disgust
An act of rebellion
Worship, boredom
A little entertainment
Perhaps
Oh Holy Night is blasting
But it's business as usual
What did we expect?
The Donald's having another
Rad hair day
Merc is mixing up yet another shot
In the arm of the unsuspecting ignorant
Monsanto's engineering one more
Pernicious stew for dinner
World War Three pending
At Arm's Dealers Inc
A trader goes Kachung
A raven drops his doodoo
Really
What did we expect?
Shiny stilettos go clack clack
A homeless man shivers in the rain
The guy on the bike gives ya the finger
Grandma turns on and drops out
Can ya blame her?
Another heart-breaking day
For the broken
A little goodwill
For the willing
Martin Lawrence sneezes
And we can't help ourselves
Hilarious
Charley Sheen loses his knickers
In repeat spin
Another bad news nugget
For the rag-mags
What did he expect?
The jingle bells jingle
It's tinsel time again
The gift can go bye bye in the mayhem
In this the season of high expectation
It's good to have less expectation
To worry less, to feel more
Share
See what happens
Expect a miracle
or
Expect nothing
The gift
Ah the gift
The present
Presence
That is all
What did I expect?
2015 for the present
Dec 23, 2018
Dec 23, 2018 at 6:30 AM UTC
Our song comes on as you hit the gas
75 on the freeway
You're going too fast
But today you don't care
You shout the lyrics
And play with my wind tangled hair
Oct 28, 2018
Oct 28, 2018 at 1:16 AM UTC
Look at all the people.
People just like me.
Look at the cites that are up to the stars type of full.
A-glow with their own universe of stars.
and love only compared to the embrace of two hearts.
and the strength of the animal trampling the one who grabs its horns. For they are but a red blanket in the eyes of the bull.
The cities that thrive and pulse with life, so much so that trying to take them down amounts to null.
But keep looking around, what other treasures could there be?
Do you see?
The grassy seas that roll and crash around our world
Look at the sparkles and stripes
Look at the lights
Look at the swirls of the sky
The paint mixing in with the setting sun
Look at all the different blue, orange, red, and purple dyes.
Seek the see-through walls of the surrounding metal boxes that weigh "so many" tons.
What do you see in the eyes of the people inside?
What are their secrets? What do they hide?
Are they agents or members of a cult or the so-called perfect family?
Watch them and your minds eye will begin to soar
Just from a little bit of staring past a car door.
Making them characters and you the creator of their stories
******* you through the vortex, forgetting all your worries
On the road
Heading to or from home
A smile snakes it's way onto your lips
From the worlds you can create when your mind un-zips.
Jul 12, 2017
Jul 12, 2017 at 4:13 PM UTC
We threw a mattress
in the back of my car.
Some clothes.
Some food.
I packed eight books.
He packed a skateboard.
We drove along
the freeway
behind a car
the same as my mother's.
I thought about when she left
and all the tears I know she cried
driving away,
northward bound.
She drove for five days.
That's a lot of tears
and math
I can't do.
The driver had the same tanned skin
my mother has now,
and sun-bleached caramel hair
I imagine she would have too
had she not preferred
the taste of licorice.
I've been reading
*the subtle art
of not giving a ****
and too many a-fucks
I've given
about her leaving.
Let me record
the last **** given
in poetry
and move on.
So my love and I
drove on,
together.
We're best together.
Apr 16, 2017
Apr 16, 2017 at 9:28 PM UTC
"Stop texting and driving! Thats illegal!",
I shout out as I speed
past a car
on the freeway.
Jan 12, 2017
Jan 12, 2017 at 10:29 PM UTC
2 fitted sheets, stretched and tucked atop each
other. A nesting home for soft bugs with thousands
of legs, in which you cannot see.
Why does it smell like Michigan basement
bathrooms, and size 4 feet in turtle sandboxes.
Painted, chipped, salvageable wood only shows
it's gritty teeth in the day light.
leaking through shower curtain rings on
the makeshift curtains like pool water
through the cracks in your smiling eyes,
blue goggles, the ones that cover the nose.
the longer you listen to the silence,
the louder it gets.
or is that the sounds of fan blades
ripping through the indescribable texture of
the stale air you swim through each night.
You'd swear you experienced a sonic boom here,
the bull whip cracking from over pressure. or is it
under pressure? I always thought that pressure
weighed like pounds and tons. I still don't
know if that is wrong.
I won't remember the sound of your laugh,
or the way you smell, or the clothes you wore
when we met. Like a good poet should.
But I'll remember all the things we forgot
to do together. All the times we spoke but
got too high to listen.
High, like the time I told you I thought
the trees and the sun were making
strobe lights for our long drive into
October. Flashing light in the car windows,
as we drove down the open freeway.
It's easy to remember the world
was made for us, when we are
alone, here, in this room, together,
like we were before, and will be soon
once again.
Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 3:17 AM UTC
Life is like a highway, you never know where it is going to take you,
With multiple ways to get to your destination like different exits on the highway,
And plenty of choices and challenges,
Comes new opportunities and outcomes,
Some good and some bad,
You never know the full consequence
Until you have taken it too far
Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 1:53 AM UTC
I wanted you to be
the one in the car beside me
sitting still
watching the lights on the freeway
pass us by
speaking quietly
words about ourselves and each other
using stories as a reason to stay
there in the moment
I wanted the way you can hear someones smile
rather than see it
I wanted you to be one hundred percent mine
just for that short amount of time
I wanted you to be a simple pleasure
a single simple moment
I wanted you to be something you were not
for I came to realize
you were not simple at all
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 9:50 PM UTC
The thrill
The emotion i feel
When I see those city lights
The wind of the freeway
The paradox of insignificance yet
Empowerment.
The deep night sky and the speed
Millions of souls
Gathered in this place
The glows and gathering of us
Traveling all so fast
Around and through this city
Connecting rejoining passing and colliding
All different ways on the freeway
Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 12:00 AM UTC
take the freeway sampler for long trips to see your horrible family
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Apr 19, 2014
Apr 19, 2014 at 10:12 AM UTC