Go And Go

The trees, oh those trees, were

a headlight blur and the moon was

damn near full a bloated enterprise

rising above the ridge and

I drove so fast because I didn’t

want to have to think and

when I drive fast I never do

it’s just go, and go, and she’s beside

me so I go and go

and the radio blares something

I don’t know and I go and go

and she’s beside me

and the night is tinged with her

and the trees are a blur

and I’m driving with one hand

and I go and go

if we go fast enough, we won’t

have to think the trees a

blur and I go

and go.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked how you used the description. You made the reader feel, a part of the story in the poetry. Thank you JR for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[JR]

Thanks Coyote! Much appreciated, just trying to capture the moment which is what poetry is really all about, right?

[Coyote Poetry]

You did good JR and you are welcome.