We left the lighted labyrinth
our innocence upon a plinth
then raced the moons reflection
on the rails along the road,
regardless how I gunned the gas
that flashback wouldn’t let me pass
to seek a new connection
more conducive to our load.
The urge to retch is growing stronger
for now the stretch seems that much longer.
Are You Reading Me?
3 comments:
Bob, Love the "flashback wouldn't let me pass". Very unique, you have a style all your own. Thanks for your comments on my page; it's never a bad thing to bring someone a smile. Good luck with the resturant.
can you ever really leave the labyrinth?
i love the second part, and i feel like people need to write about cars more.
lag sounds more like the gap in adaptation to a different time zone...why isn't this a big concern of the poem? i like what you do with it though...with 'urge to retch'
Hi Dan, thanks a lot!
Hey drook, I didn't want to mix flying and driving ;)
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