Road trip Poems
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by Jacob Spronzsdf
Continue readingLou Reed Has Risen
by Lee-Ann Azzopardi
Listening to some old Lou Reed
With the wind in my hair
And the taste of a cigarette
Fouling my lungs
I looked so good in yr convertible
My sunglasses wrapped around my eyes
If they knew better, they would say
They saw Lou resurrected on Yonge St.
I cranked the music louder-and listened to the end
I took off my faux leather jacket
......
family road trip
by Sarah A
prayers for roadkill
fifty states of license plates
home is the journey
desert dreams
by Sarah A
i can’t stop dreaming of the desert; penchants of empty spaces and rare faces
no destination in mind i just drive
i can’t stop dancing in between
the middle of everyone i meet;
i never leave the door open
and so no one ever peeks
i don’t know what i am
or where i’m going
......
Another Road Trip
by linz azodracone night we drove for hours to make up for all those lonely days. somehow we always forget that time isnt standing still for us to melt together. your words have become my favorite book, and your thoughts ar the ink in my pen. we stood together in the cold feeling perfectly free, noticing the beauty in every single star. your skin fits me nicely, but i would have smiled in that picture if i knew it would be our last.
Continue readingdsf
by Jacob Spronzsdf
Continue readingAnother Road Trip
by linz azodracone night we drove for hours to make up for all those lonely days. somehow we always forget that time isnt standing still for us to melt together. your words have become my favorite book, and your thoughts ar the ink in my pen. we stood together in the cold feeling perfectly free, noticing the beauty in every single star. your skin fits me nicely, but i would have smiled in that picture if i knew it would be our last.
Continue readingLou Reed Has Risen
by Lee-Ann Azzopardi
Listening to some old Lou Reed
With the wind in my hair
And the taste of a cigarette
Fouling my lungs
I looked so good in yr convertible
My sunglasses wrapped around my eyes
If they knew better, they would say
They saw Lou resurrected on Yonge St.
I cranked the music louder-and listened to the end
I took off my faux leather jacket
......
desert dreams
by Sarah A
i can’t stop dreaming of the desert; penchants of empty spaces and rare faces
no destination in mind i just drive
i can’t stop dancing in between
the middle of everyone i meet;
i never leave the door open
and so no one ever peeks
i don’t know what i am
or where i’m going
......
family road trip
by Sarah A
prayers for roadkill
fifty states of license plates
home is the journey
