The Smell of SageA Poem by Chris1189The kid sitting beside me (Jeff, we met less than an hour ago) has got to be the best driver I've ever ridden with. His '97 Dodge Neon slithers between Friday night traffic; his right hand has bonded to the shifter, they transform into one fluent being; the car has relinquished power and grown into an extension of his will. My pal in the back seat passes up the joint, pinching it like he's trying to squeeze every gram of high out. The stereo blasts the Chili Peppers, and I bring the joint up to my lips to breathe in a deep hit of Flea's frantic bassline. The music slips into my lungs, filling them with sonic ecstasy, expanding their capacity, then bleeds into my mind and floods my synapses, drowning my thoughts in plays and replays of Jeff flying like Superman, his arms outstretched as he picks up speed and the road becomes a blur beneath him. © 2009 Chris1189 |
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Added on February 14, 2009 AuthorChris1189PAAboutI'm a student at Penn State. More of a math and science guy, but recently I've been getting into poetry. more..Writing
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