road notes

i always am
the truth
when i’m driving
hands at 10 and 2
so help me God
i swear i own this road
this neck of the woods
yeah
i’ll prove it
sign it in chalk
and date it
tear it on the dashed line
keep one half
mail the other
this highway’s not a ribbon
it is a zipper
unzzzipped
your land rolls
into my land
into freedom
honest as night
nose to nose
eyes wild with
halogen soaked
promised land mountain songs
reach up
palm that star
the second from the right
it’s no lie
shhhh…
let me ride

Rene~December 27, 2012
for d’verse “Meet The Bar”/Postmodern Experimental

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10 thoughts on “road notes

  1. Wow, I loved that but have no idea what you are saying. I read it three times. Great flow but still lost.The elation of being on the road that I have at night sometimes feels behind this. It sounds like it is hinting at some either philosophical or psychological insights, but maybe not. It may be a metaphor that I am missing but without more clues, I walk away thinking your are stone while you speed along highways – deluded that you own the land, are truth and can grab stars. Which, of course, is a great feeling! But maybe you intended more. The first three lines seemed like the classic bumper stickers back in the 1970's "God is Behind My Wheel" — nowadays, evangelicals are more subtle, instead of "Honk if you Love Jesus", they put a fish hidden on the trunk.But when you said, "so help me God, i swear i own this road", it was unclear. Then it unravels into gorgeous bizarreness after that.(following)

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