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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