Wednesday, May 7, 2014

A little roadkill music

Flyin' high
Tonight we are not drunk but we are drinking. Just the last glass before it becomes vinegar.

Still reading Richard Siken. And listening to Dierks Bentley. We can do this because of the wine.

This one, last lines from 'Visible World,' sorry we can't find it online (from Crush):
     The light is no mystery, 
the mystery is that there is something to keep the light 
                                                    from passing through.
Dierks says,
Free and easy down the road I go
Ain't no tellin' where the wind might blow
Free and easy down the road I go
If you only get to go around one time
I'm gonna sit back and try to enjoy the ride
Free and easy down the road I go
Okay, whom do you want to hang out with?

Free and easy, down the road we go. Every day, passing through. It's not the first bad poem we've written about driving to work. And we can't swear it will be the last. We told you what we thought about swearing.

Driving with Dante

Driving with Dante to work
we never arrive, we drive in circles.
Landscape that freezes, greens,
golds, dies, freezes, greens,
golds, dies. Always the same miles,
eighteen miles, morning edition miles,
sleep awake miles. Miles
we'll never get back, miles of roadkill
and road rage, time clock miles,
stick it to the man miles,
we sacrifice our miles and
drive on through a
GPS purgatory;
God help us.

Just because it's funny and to prove we can mention Dante, Richard Siken and Dierks Bentley in the same blog post and not explode the internet. Also we were taking of plane travel tonight at dinner; don't we wish we all had Silver Medallion status! And free drinks.

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