utopia

youre the span when day turns to night

the stains in the firmament

all incomparably harmonized

youre good for

unlit car rides

your hand in mine

stopped by the cops

on the preoccupied mass pike

not sleeping

and drinking

ears to the concealed wooden floors

listening to the hysterics bouncing off plastic cups

and the bitter air falls through the paper thin walls

you are all i need

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Utopia. A powerful and beautiful word. When I was young. Utopia was to be a life for all. I like this poem. I guess we must create our own utopia now. The poem story was very good. I like your ending. A excellent poem. Thank you.
Coyote