The Next Hit

384 miles of highway rush

desperate as an addict

over my four wheels.

every inch closer to you,

more painful than the last.

 

your skin, tar brown as heroin,

yet a million times more euphoric.

your eyes, whiskey dark,

could put Jack and Jim out of business.

your smile, a white

cocaine never even dreamed of.

 

this brain -- too focused

never wanders as far as it should.

these hands -- wet with anticipation

can't stay on the wheel.

your memory -- invades my taste buds 

and my mouth waters.

too soon.

Author's Note

this was a "road poem" assignment for a class.

Reviews

[~ Vicki ~]

what did the teacher think of it?

[Kati]

Wow, very powerful poem! Very unique line breaks which I think just added to its strength!

[Red Brick Keshner]

Quite an impression with you inaugural posts! Welcome to the café and I wish you many good returns. I stumbled through university and find that I'm stumbling through life as well. Live for the journey, the destination is static and usually changeable as well. Cheers.

[GTVile]

Yeah, I liked the immediacy of this. That desperate need to go visit "her" has made me drive hundreds and hundreds of miles before, and you captured that state of awareness brilliantly. That peak of heightened feeling while you're driving all the way there, a high that won't leave til you get the fix. Perfect.

[Ronni]

Excellent! Love the imagery!

[wildflower23]

this is an interesting piece. i like it. "your eyes, tar brown as heroin but a million times more euphoric" is my favorite part.

[smalltownsympathies]

LOVE this! I can feel you drifting, as your stanzas lengthen.
'your smile, a white cocaine has never even dreamed of' is my favorite line. You are gifted. Very excited to read more of your work.
GREAT job :)