Driving
days fly unnoticed, “next stops” – too many,
confine the temper, this ride is rough,
these bumps and pit holes – a pretty penny.
The curves are sharper, on edges – spleen
and world’s eclipses as blinking glitches.
My tank’s half-emptied of gasoline,
my heart is rich on beats and stitches.
Last stop is Freedom – illusions fade,
derived conclusions… and peace is coming.
So much for “loosing” and less for “wait”
on final chapter “God’s Guide for Dummies”.
December 24, 2007
Iouri Lazirko
Copyright ©2007 Iouri Lazirko
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Excellent poem! It was a pleasure to read your work again.
Hugs Sue
Мэтти Дубоис 27.12.2007 14:02 Заявить о нарушении
I’m truthfully happy, that you like the poem.
Every one, I guess, has at least one copy of the “guide”… :)
Right now, I’m in the mood to read over chapters about how to make from water wine. :)
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
With jingles and bells,
Iouri :)
Юрий Лазирко 29.12.2007 00:11 Заявить о нарушении