Night Drive

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Poetry

Submitted: March 08, 2007

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The drive grows longer with the cold nights
Steam pours out from the bellies of the open road
Naked tree branches reach out to me
like bony fingers on a skeleton hand

The moon shines bright through the open sky
throwing a bluish hue over the lands
Frost dances on the tips of the night
as dark reflections shadow the ground

My breath is visible like death
or smoke streaming from a lit cigarette
As it dissipates in front of my eyes
I blink at another thing gone

Time rolls over as a faded digital light
Through the dusty windshield I see the future
White lines charge at me like mad bulls
And an endless,?open road taunts me


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