disposable poetry » road

we ride when the sun sets

D. James — Fri, 12 Jun 2009 03:34:44 +0000

And I will
rip up the night

raise hell
for the hell of it

ride until the
road rolls up
behind me

until my tires
burn off the rims

and the sun
comes up to
stop me

dead
in my tracks

(D. James)

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D. James — Fri, 09 Jan 2009 17:00:12 +0000

Broken glass
from some minor crime
strewn across the road

And someone won’t
be happy in the morning

(D. James)

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D. James — Thu, 19 Jun 2008 05:49:51 +0000

the yellow sign says
do not enter when flooded
why would you do that

(D. James)