Friday, February 1, 2019

Last Drive (a half-blind poem)

The following words were cut from VISION BENT at the eleventh hour. 


Last Drive 

I think I knew 
I would never drive again 
Never taste the freedom 
Traveling on my own 
Maybe that's why 
I drove so much  
On that final day 
Sun setting in the west 
A landscape in silhouette 
I was figuring out 
Where to eat 
But I didn't want to stop 
Just stay in the car 
Driving to feel alive 
Even though I saw 
The first sign 
Something was wrong 
Lying to myself 
Calling it a mirage 
Perhaps just tired 
A trick of the eye 
I wanted a little more time 
To imagine the possibilities 
Stretching out before me 
If I continued to drive 


Thank you for reading or listening to my half-blind words.

Freak Out, 

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  1. Yes, there is always a last time and this is one of your most heartbreaking poems. I especially like how you stretch time at the end with the “If I continued to drive” possibility.

    1. Thank you, JP.
      I don't know about other countries, but the ability to drive is often associated with freedom in the US.