reading dust
signatures
communication
of the road
we blur
trees
’92 mixtape,
landscape
mix
too-loud talkback vowels
when we tire
of music
engine drone
hazes stale
exchange
we stop
to wake
truckstop litter
overflow
reminded by
the occasional
bird
*
driving out
of night
everything vibrates,
the stars
even through
the petrol
stop
no stills
motel mattress
tremors
remember
how to sleep?
air-con
insomnia
highway
still straining
south
flashing down
to the border
Monday, July 06, 2009
driving hours (2009)
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Great poem like/trip sintesis of an insomiac and trembling journey.
ReplyDeleteGlad you like it. This one is still very fresh; it was begun yesterday morning, so the paint hasn't even dried yet. Whereas my other recent efforts at least had a few days of 'gestation' before posting.
ReplyDeleteStu,
ReplyDeleteClean.
Sweet.
Fresh.
Right,
Best,
Tom
PS. Oh, and too, for the dry-throated traveller, "aquable" (my verification word)...
Thanks, Tom!
ReplyDeleteThose verification words often manage to be so apt, yet so inapt at the same time...
i like "92 mixtape". brought a smile to my face. god bless the road trip mixtape.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Adam. Score one for the 'Motion theory' of blog comments...!
ReplyDeleteBut yeah, '92 wasn't a bad year, especially for electronic music. This poem is one I'll be going back to.