Wednesday, February 08, 2006

highway lust

there's an idea
to hide
and love
to sleep
and live
in lucid dream
to see it all
in nameless color
to dance
without song
amongst tidal waves
and motionless roller-coasters
these faces
know no love
like that the road yearns for
of hot rubber
or friction
blue-eyed skies
daydream accidents
dirt sweat
salt air
rain and wind blown
tangled hair
to trap a moment
in an old Merlot bottle
with only a cork
and an idea
of that road
we could travel by