"higway" poems
It's a long higway.
It's a hard one to drive down.
I've got miles to go before I'm home.
Can you blame me for speeding?
Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 3:59 AM UTC
Framing and distorting
My esteem
Cutting and slitting
Taut and drained veins
/Bluing my blues
Now this nadir lacks newness /
Little pinpricks
At that distant road
Marking human moments
And seafret telling me to breathe
For once i do, i breathe
i breathe through this blizzarding wind
i breathe through the lava thats frozen
i breathe beside the monster -me
i breathe in this wrecked home - me
i breathe with this taped skeleton
i breathe with my fluorescent lungs
i breathe, standing on the higway amidst this commotion i breathe,
i breathe as the fast wheels drive past me,i breathe after so long and
then i exhale the breath,
like i never existed, i dissolve.
Atleast i seek to.
~d.
Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 10:52 PM UTC