ROAD TRIP

A two-part poem. 

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1: Escapism

Foggy window

a somewhat comfy position

I can’t remember the last time we just drove

trees and sky and trees

a fast-forward Monet painting

“Look, look, a bird!”

I wish I was a bird sometimes

flying against the wind

freedom

floating in the breeze

A leaf in the sky

limp and thoughtless

but no woes to be had

a bump in the road

except I don’t feel it end

What would happen if I jumped out right now?

perhaps if I didn’t die,

I might become a fugitive

my life would be a secret broadcasted

how ironic

I probably won’t remember this when I wake up…

2: Destination

“Hey, we’re here.”

I fade back in

‘comfy position’ was a lie

my neck is sore

I rub my eyes

Walking mindlessly

everything looks the same

trying to awaken Motivation

and although it’s a nice morning,

I don’t want to be here

The lagoon makes me sad

the water grades from aqua to turquoise

but no one notices

people smile for photos

but they’re disgusted by the sand on their shoes

oh well

I float through the crowd like a leaf

A HOME AWAY FROM HOME!  (Apparently)

but there’s nothing homely about a used bed

someone’s dreams died here

someone’s tears dried here

I hate commodified intimacy

it tastes like cleaning agents

I’m still trapped. ✦