Scattered like jewels tossed out
across a black crushed velvet plush
electric fueled stars winking
against an endless backdrop of night
their pulsing engines cycling
with an urgent rasp
their transmissions settled
into high ratio sedation
controls set to automatic pilot
as the guidelines flash by
like homing beacons
on an endless runway
glow from gauges green and orange
illuminating chins set firm
eyes forced to the open
against the lull of airsteamed whine
fighting the urge to sleep, to drift,
and follow the flow of the road
as it rolls itself under the lights.
Random Posts
- DeconstructionI will never deconstruct another poem in search of hidden metaphor, by line eviscerating some writer’s creation to satisfy some professor of mine. These exercises …
- Untitled poemIt’s so hard to focus on the subtleties of life Often times the fountain pen is like a carving knife On clandestine maneuvers in the …
- For Stephen StillsWe have become so polarized. The lines are drawn so black and thick between each side, the pickets filled with stark and ugly words that …
- Deconstruction
Most Shared Posts
Recent Comments
- Irene on Some ancient affirmations
- Rekha on No More Sad Weepings of Regret
- Novena on Wake Up: sonetto rispetto
- John on On the Veranda: serenade
Blogroll