like a held breath

like a held breath
01.26.10

night

driving

passing palm trees huddled under
streetlights,
sticky with a sickly sheen

much like man
suckling from the TV screen

a tickling feather of paranoia
dancing
on the edges of realization

somewhere above these first
d

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of rain
the entire sky is plummeting
down

Reviews

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I am interested...I am trying to find the purpose of
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[Angelheaded Hipster]

Where is the drive taking us? Im getting the impression of a night drive, the rain starting to spatter splat on the windshield during maybe a muggy summer night.

I like the last stanza. Short, sweet, and stormy.