Downloading Drivers

Yada yada yada

August 8, 2009 / 2:00 am

Where do we always meet?
Way down there at the bottom of
The cheat sheet. Incomplete
Bedroom suite. Indiscreet
Whiskey neat. Backseat driving
All the way to surviving emotion.
Ocean separates, devotion waits.
Two am calls for free skate,
Was I looking for a soul mate?
Did I take the bait or are you the
Blue plate? Verbs I forgot to
Conjugate ready to procreate
And I am just lingering, fingering
The lines that touched me, wondering
When time turned tragic, magic how
Many mistakes it takes to equal
Full blown earthquake. Lie awake,
Feel the ache, try to break the fake
Streak. Like learning Greek by rote;
Throat won't promote the note. But
I am here, in one ear anyway.

Author's Note

Just type something.

Reviews

[deleted]

Wow! Random thoughs often are penned very interesting. It made me think and reflect (ironically) as well. This piece seemed rather personal. It was as if you were allowing the reader to drink your every thought and emotion. I loved it! It was natural and did not seemed forced. Keep exercising your gift Val Val. I look forward to reading more of yor work. Excellent job!

[J. Alfred Prufrock]

This is good I like your use if internal rhyme and you ability to draw the reader in a direction, or shift the mood, with a single word. Be careful though, sometime it almost seems like you let your rhyme control the poem. Your poem should always control the rhyme. All and all very nice work.

[J]

You pull rhyme off so fluidly.
Enjoyed the journey =)

[Karly]

I like