Tuesday, February 21, 2006
alone in the car
alone in the car
whether wandering highways or empty streets
starry nights or sun glared days
music always blasting
(unless CD batteries are dead),
I sing my aloneness to the windshield
cracking from pebbles or cold--
a cold aloneness
warmed by blasting engine vents
ugly cello sounds
spiritlife melodies
emotional connections made on my own
1 comment:
I'm not happy with this poem, but I needed post something. I usually write poetry on paper first. A paper version of a poem allows me (forces me) to revise it as I type it, but this poem was composed on the computer, so it didn't undergo the usual revision. At any rate, I don't think I'm going to change my initial method of composition again any time soon.
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