Designated Driver

Designated Driver

A Poem by Charlie

In the valley I drove

The static-y radio a foghorn in sleepy ears

Energy petering out

Imagination dimming

Consciousnes battling to stay out of the murky swamps of sleep.

 

Cast-off Lakers jersey folded helter-skelter in the backseat.

Friend rolled in the floor

Exhuasted from the journey

Dreaming drunken dreams.

 

Rain swept back and forth by angry windshield wipers

I yearned for summer.

Destiny held us in winter's cold

Kryptonite for the warm-blooded

Young at heart.

 

Traffic light eyes drooping

I was submarine awake

In between here and there

Awake and asleep.

 

A dream's audition in my mind:

Road before me here was muddy

Dream air there was salty

Here, a faded dust moon

There, a cactus sea.

 

Then, a familiar sight.

A house

Mine

The front fence mysteriously missing.

It lay in the ditch

Rain pouring over it pitylessly.

 

Shook my friend awake

Said

"We're home."

 

Friend said

"This isn't my house."

 

I said

"It is now."

 

Friend said

"I thought we were just buddies."

 

I said

"Marry me. I never want to drive again."

 

Friend said

"Remind me to drink more often."

© 2012 Charlie


Author's Note

Charlie
I don't write poetry often, but when I do, I have no idea what I'm doing. I made a list of words, and then just filled in the empty spaces with whatever I could dump out of my brain. :S
But anyway. Enjoy!~

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Nicely penned, and very deep!

Posted 12 Years Ago


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hmm
Powerful write here, amazing imagery as well.
Nicely done!

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Well, I have moodswings like crazy, so beware my wrath. Chocolate and music and fried chicken sooth this savage beast. I drink coffee every other weekday morning and drink tea every chance I get. I ca.. more..

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