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Motorway poems II
Time for a poem. This one is the second in my 'Motorway Poems' sequence:
II: DISTANCE DRIVER
stars
fast cars
a lass too far
at the coming of night
and the dawn of day
a roofless flight
along the motorway
amber strobe light
and white street lines
to the vanishing point
in parallel times
the flat horizon
can’t check our speed
or slow our haste
an oil slicked greed
a lust for waste
a taste of grace
and chromed-up steel
do you feel alarmed?
charmed
by fast cars
and stars
Nice.
Reminds me one fast-ride-night with "my" girl, on motorbike, throught the inky, atrament fields - like a sea - on which flows the globes and the beads of an amber, golden and copper lights of cities on the dark, dense horizont...
I would like to hear this poem live... or just like an audio-book (crap, how to say it?). It will take my brain into another dimension.
...what about some mp3 record of your (rap) poems, Steph? :)
It doesn't help that I was listening to Chasing Cars while reading this :D
Reminds me a lot of sitting in the back of the car as we (being any combination of parents or friends, or indeed friend's parents) slide on by into the night. I always thought that the lamplights were sickly.
I just have one little niggly bit - 'A taste of grace' seems a bit...well, too much, next to the 'a lust for waste'. Probably just me.
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