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384 miles of florida panhandle
and mississippi coast rush
desperate as an addict
over my four wheels.
every inch, more painful than the last.
it's been three years too long,
but these six hours
and fourteen minutes
might"
be"
un"
bearable.
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.
my knees refused to stop trembling
several miles ago. calm was abandoned
not many miles later.
if it were possible for an Escape
to be switched to autopilot,
I'd still be fighting to stay
in this seat.
your smile, a white
cocaine has never even dreamed of.
the taste of your skin,
enough to put Jack, Jim, Johnny
and Jose out of business.
your eyes, tar brown as heroin
but a million times more euphoric.
my next hit,
just"
over"
the"
horizon.
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.
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.
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 :)
I'm 24, currently living life in Atlanta, GA.
Just stumbling through college, graduate work, and the twentysomethings. Not sure where it's all going lead, but I'll be writing along the way.
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