Driving Is Faster Than Running Into A Wall Poem by Annie Cordelia Adams

i used to get high
and work in the dry
heat at my uncles land
where lived my grandma, and
i burned a pile of branches
as big as two baby elephants
watered the orchard
so beautifully tortured
by the sun
i pictured myself
in a jungle on a shelf
twenty thousand pounds
of water falling down
pink floyd tunes i heard
i still hear 'em, they still burn
over in my head
lunatic i think i am
in the sun
i come back from the store
forget the chairs i'll sit on the floor
and smoke two joints
heart dropped, eff this noise
i took a nap and i dreamed
was the same place we
met and the last place we set
down and conversed
on the gorillaz
one time in your car
nothing happened, i'm sure
just syd barret screaming tones
but the cold weather ached my bones
nervous and numb
i pretended that some
body else was on my mind
but it was you the whole time


last december i wrote
there was a song i lost the notes
but remembered the feeling
the feeling keeps my car wheels wheeling
and for a time i recall
i thought driving was faster than running into a wall
killing my lungs
with the thought of your tongue
speaking words at me
bony wrists connected to your hands
on the steering wheel of a black car
you got scared, took the steering wheel
somebody save me from my soul of steel
headed south bound
i wish i was on a train
with another name
if i had said yes, yes i would take the blame
for the life that we skipped
something to experience
i didn't take that road
i was tempted to go though