Desolate Curve

by Grey Mist

Posted to Action Poetry on 2002-12-22 19:25:00

The smell of gasoline on my hands ..
And the thuds of the empty gas can ..
That’s all I got tonight …
Ran out of gas twice today ..
The first time, we cruised
the lake roads, drove past
the crash site of an friend
Sputter Sputter .. What ?
So we’re in the car- on the
side of a desolate curve …
the deadlyist curve-
the curve which claimed multiple lives ..
As the ghosts linger and vibe ..
the windows steamed up ..
Getting colder and the blanket only covers
half of each of us ..
A sack and a phone, well make it through
Getting darker …
Getting colder …


The Literary Kicks message boards were active from 2001 to 2004.