Wednesday, September 21, 2011

untitled poetry

the music thunders through my chest
vibrating my lungs against my ribs
through my fingertips
blue sunglasses matching blue scarf
as the needle moves higher
accelerator closer to the floor
as I speed away from the past
rewrite my history
become the present
speeding toward my future
escaping the weight of past
the weight of before
the music thunders
louder and louder
at the end of the road is home
at the end of the road is
the person I've become
at the end of the road
where the blue horizon
will meet me is the life
I've created. I'm
leaving the horror with
the rubber on pavement
the music thunders louder
I turn the volume up
as I drown it out
and drive on by

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