Driving Back to the Apartment (passanger seat)
#1
Edit 1

We take turns
splitting the distance
between us
with words; embers adrift
in cold air.

The world recedes
in the rear view mirror.
A syllable dangles
in delicate balance
upon my lip.

Inhale—
the syllable slips
down my throat
and smolders;
stomach coal.

Highway hum fills the holes
left by non-conversations.
I look towards you—
your sinking sun
drives the sky below us.

I stare at what remains
of a horizon and speak—
black orifice, smoke tap.
You stare.

Original
We take turns
splitting the distance
between us with words
like children shattering
a frozen creek.

The world recedes
in the rear view mirror.
A warm syllable dangles
in delicate balance
on the edge of my lip.

In time it burns
and chars my mouth.
I let it slip
into my stomach
acid and smolder.

Highway hum fills the holes
left by non-conversations.
I look towards you —
your sinking
sun drives the sky below

us. I stare at what remains
of a horizon and speak —
black orifice, smoke drip.
You stare.



Alright, so this one is a bit rough, cant get the third stanza to read how I want + not sure about the ending, but what do you guys think??? I've been stuck on it for awhile so putting it out here, appreciate all feedback. :^)
Reply


Messages In This Thread
Driving Back to the Apartment (passanger seat) - by makeshift - 02-13-2014, 04:10 PM



Users browsing this thread: 1 Guest(s)
Do NOT follow this link or you will be banned from the site!