Thursday, August 30, 2007

Lag

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.

3 comments:

Dan said...

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.

drook said...

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'

rch said...

Hi Dan, thanks a lot!

Hey drook, I didn't want to mix flying and driving ;)