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Volkswagon (Free verse) by ErgoErgun

I'm driving across the rusted railway bridge of my life: A shoddy piece of architecture constructed under the strict supervision of unadulterated eccentricity and some lonely swigs on empty bottles. The bridge's knees buckle with doubt... (Doubt: rancid pollution that corrodes the skeleton of mortality [my mortality].) But still - in this presupposed hazard hope springs from a railing lining the edges, reading "Don't drive off. It's better up here." I like hope. It makes driving shitfaced possible... and falling off the bridge impossible But even with life's caveat, hope bears its own doubt - An indefinite wearying glamour that taxes the richest in spirit: I'm tired of looking for someone. I'm tired of living every moment of every day like it's my bedtime, waiting to drift away but gripping a semblance of reality (with tiny hands). I'm tired of waiting. And still, in her I see the same gentle uneasiness of a life fraught with doubt but fluttering to live. I see the life of a driver. What? Where'd this woman come from? Shut up. Life on the road doesn't make much sense. Images come and go like a merry-go-round infinite, and I simply like dreaming. I'm taxed and I want to dream. Isn't that what hope is? Yeah. A shitfaced, beautiful dream....................................

<{Baba^Yaga}> 28-Aug-02/3:17 AM
really? how so? ah... huh..i bet. silence...bag pipe...wetgrass.. i chug a stout, adjust my kilt. it's time to game for tridents! poseidon!




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