Wednesday, September 14, 2005

Driving South

Excerpts from the drive to Las Cruces from A-B-Q:

(Don't think about the stupidity of writing while driving 75...or of drinking ginger beer out of a green bottle along the way...)

I want long kisses
and longer conversations,
no coffeecup unturned,
measured afternoons,
Elliot spoons and
Mad Hatter ease.

The freedom of this moment
is stomach-plummeting
moon over mountain
horizon to the east
sun setting to the west
me between
driving in one direction
toward destination unknown.

The opening
of my hips
as my life
from core
to understand.

My growing pores are the pockets
where I plan to put all my heavy wisdom.

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