Trigger Warning
feet up on the dash
windows all the way down
words flowing
through mind
luggage roped inside broken trunk
headlight glare, with him I’m
traveling down open road
leading us to someplace unknown
don’t know where we are headed
but where we are is nowhere
savage hunger
got to find the somewhere
anywhere to be cause
this can’t be the here, man
been choking on
the sublime
need some quarters and a few dimes
to pay for the water to wash it all down
for years, been lost
inside my mind
dreaming
about that fantasy life
but what will it matter?
probably won’t ever
come true anyway
wind on face
can’t wake me
been woke for so long
trying to taste the substance
inside the monotony
but its bland like pabulum
road sign up ahead
says, “dead end”
my baby’s turning the car around
heading back to where we started from
damn, I knew this would be our outcome…this time
Oh, woooo-ow, this is brilliant, Lisa! Congrats!
I agree with Anna. This is great work.
Thanks so much for posting Lisa’s work. She is incredibly talented and aware!
Beautiful poem! Thanks for sharing!!