gold coast highway

with my night
ride
flatlining the street
lights
only time
feels infinite.

roar wind
sheer race machine
locks of moon
enclose my eyes
end world.

earth's gloom
heart buckles
misunderstood passages.
speed wolf
caught on
a
passionate gleam



remember hand holding
the once glory
of being open,
face cold
tight grip
on steering
my head is lint
and the wrong things
feel
right.

Reviews

[M.E.Lyle]

Jacob refers to Magic Carpet Ride. I think it's more like Born To Be Wild with some weirdo aboard.
Neat stuff though, and intense too.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"you don't know what we can find, why don't you come with me little girl, on a magic carpet ride" (steppenwolf)

eerie ride this poem is...almost like a werewolf on a hog...

rebellion against the norm.."the wrong things feel right"

good stuff.

[Steven]

The wrong things feel right. Yeah.. I've had whole days like that. Anyway I like the 'spaces' here. The choppy flow. The lines become more like flashes. The moments that strike, impact, stand out. Nice.

[Sami Khalil]

"earth's gloom
heart buckles
misunderstood passages"

I like this poem along with those lines...Bravo

[Neville]

Cor Blimey Circe, this is exactly what I have been missing since you went away for a while. I am so glad you are back now though... There are certainly several very special and otherwise powerful statements contained within this work of yours & it is, in its own way paradoxically both constraining & compelling. It remains quite beautiful in my book even after several reads & I am sure I will re-visit from time to time... N