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This is the poem I submitted to reflections. Comments, quips, and criticism are encouraged, even is its harsh criticism. :-)
Drive
By Rory Murray
The cool summer air
continues its frenzied rush
across my outstretched hand
as I throw my head back
and break open a smile
the wind whips my unkempt hair
as cool beads of perspiration
ring my scalp
teeth flash
as the accelerator
continues its steady descent
two birds soar above my head
I mark their patterns
as they meander
across the clear blue sky
I think 20 mile an hour thoughts
when I'm going 60
the world just makes more sense
when it's all one bright, sensuous blur
suddenly, nobody's crying
death and disease
just cant catch up
the sound of the engine drowns out
a much poorer reality
but right now
I've got more pistons than problems
and enough fuel
to burn away the rest
Blues, yellows, reds, and two dark figures
in the sky
bleed into one
as I pilot myself across
this wonderfully curvaceous country
It's not that I'm trying to outrun my problems
it's just that they can't keep up
Drive
By Rory Murray
The cool summer air
continues its frenzied rush
across my outstretched hand
as I throw my head back
and break open a smile
the wind whips my unkempt hair
as cool beads of perspiration
ring my scalp
teeth flash
as the accelerator
continues its steady descent
two birds soar above my head
I mark their patterns
as they meander
across the clear blue sky
I think 20 mile an hour thoughts
when I'm going 60
the world just makes more sense
when it's all one bright, sensuous blur
suddenly, nobody's crying
death and disease
just cant catch up
the sound of the engine drowns out
a much poorer reality
but right now
I've got more pistons than problems
and enough fuel
to burn away the rest
Blues, yellows, reds, and two dark figures
in the sky
bleed into one
as I pilot myself across
this wonderfully curvaceous country
It's not that I'm trying to outrun my problems
it's just that they can't keep up