anxious
dazed
driving ferociously steady
through Alabaster
radio quacking gibberish
stuck in this box
with devil's breath
a waiting room on wheels
travelling, i've decided
isn't really all that great
i pray for no traffic
water
buzzing wind
trees and signs
boring buildings
the dullest of people whizzing by
fear and loathing in my lap
closed
wish i had some medicine
I was totally thinking of a madcap HST adventure even before I got to the last lines. This one is great...reminds me that drunken, altered, dizzying madness that we love until it's over and we see what we've done.
Driving near Las Vegas? Or Madison? Or was it Italian per chance?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I try to read this one once a month just to get my poetic juices bubbling. Great title too! S.