There Won't Be Another One For Miles Poem by Raj Dronamraju

I wrapped my brain in plastic
And put it in the trunk of my car
The way words spill out loose, random, one on top of the other like gravel being unloaded from a truck
Well, we won't be having any of that here

Words will be sparsely used things; only one every few minutes or so
You'd better say what you want to say now
We won't be stopping again for miles

That newfound rest that subtracts from nervous energy
It shows the full force of these close quarters

And we are driving along passing things that need description
But what we have to say must be economically used

I need to get out and stretch, feel the cracking sound of my mind pushing itself
Refresh ourselves for the rest of the journey with a few adjectives and other parts of speech