Driving Poems
Driving
by ext .
Tires tire of holding on.
The roughness of the road scratches them.
But never shredded.
Pain without loss.
I could pull on the wheel
And send everything sidewards.
Finally lie down and relax.
Hoping fuel drains out.
......
Dogs Park
by Benjamin Wolf
There’s a pet store at the town square.
I pass by every day, serenading the store windows with my car stereo.
Crooked signs and cracked asphalt are the smiles of the patrons of shops and restaurants.
Their laughter is a sad song that drowns out the tune leaking through my tightly locked doors.
A light turns green so I turn with it towards my destination.
The music starts to fade and I reach to press replay, to revisit a place that I’ve never been.
Driving
by ext .
Tires tire of holding on.
The roughness of the road scratches them.
But never shredded.
Pain without loss.
I could pull on the wheel
And send everything sidewards.
Finally lie down and relax.
Hoping fuel drains out.
......
Dogs Park
by Benjamin Wolf
There’s a pet store at the town square.
I pass by every day, serenading the store windows with my car stereo.
Crooked signs and cracked asphalt are the smiles of the patrons of shops and restaurants.
Their laughter is a sad song that drowns out the tune leaking through my tightly locked doors.
A light turns green so I turn with it towards my destination.
The music starts to fade and I reach to press replay, to revisit a place that I’ve never been.
