"speedways" poems
why’d hurt come from birth,
why’s it bound to the barrel of north.
dashing in and out of the blue—
where was your heart then,
what is it to you.
speedways, speedways—
all I ever chased,
but I never met that one pace.
Feb 25, 2025
Feb 25, 2025 at 5:21 PM UTC
Wispy white brushstrokes break
as rainbow ribbons reach to take
in a dusty, dusky sky
to accentuate snow glazed textures below.
The sun barely peaks over
as centralized cities streak lower
through streetlamp speckled speedways
to accompany westward waving waters
Flaming twinkles,
crystal lights.
Gleaming sprinkles,
flickering bright.
This is the city of stars at night.
This is the draw to a westward flight.
Los Angeles, California.
My, what a sight.
May 4, 2018
May 4, 2018 at 11:09 PM UTC