64 between here & the where the waves break

is a hateful road
no matter why you take it,

one never-ending corridor
of pine and swamp

and rectilinear rear-
view. myself,

i tend to let fly left-
laned, the vanishing

point some place i
shouldn’t be, praying

east or west this
won’t be the time

my brakes give
out before i reach

home.

8 thoughts on “64 between here & the where the waves break

  1. really like this one Ms Muse! There is a clarity of space you discribe and full of passing thoughts. Thanks .. hope your going to be invoived in the 1000 poets gig in september. cheers, andi

  2. I love the desperation in this – in times of sorrow in my past, I’d drive home on the freeway at midnight with my lights on, until I scared my self enough to want to stay alive some more. This was beautiful and sad and mysterious and alive. Loved it. Mosk

  3. ha…i have driven this road…and hate the slow down around yorktown honestly…when i was living in yorktown and my fam was still here in the burg…i used to just put it downt o get through it…i even blew a tire out on it once…so i would add unforgiving to the verse as well…smiles….

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