BladesongRaven Gehrig

Rookie - 0 Points (4-2-1982 / fae land)

Early Morning Highway - Poem by BladesongRaven Gehrig

winding serpentine like
down the Highway
4 am,
watching the trepidatious peak
of sunrise,
i feel so alive,
fresh rains from
the spring night
underneath my tires,

n my body is a carriage
in n of itself,
passing
out of
white n yellow lines,

i am not here i am out of time,
speeding around bends n corners,
no thoughts save freedom,
a cigarette n, my hand
n a smile on my lips.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 17, 2011


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