driving sonnet

thank you, I’m so quiet but sure I’m a-

live or I sense you have seen me holding

my eyes you are pale with stage presence un-

der contrast, you know? (arms out) no feeling?

passion is like a yellow road sign in



the night. too drunk with all prolific-ness

It wasn’t about you couldn’t have been 

all distraction, I’m sorry to just sit

thank you for being here. lip-syncing go

ahead, broken traffic light, I know this

street or stanza full with blackout windows

look around (try to) outside the present


you’re welcome, connecting the white lines

car headlights face me, fix this old lie


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