Morning Drive

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[“Driving Poetry” – a genre of poems dictated into my phone while driving. I don’t think it constitutes an actual genre.]

A face that’s lost among the crowd / another in the mass of men / and when I lay down in my bed / I hope that I won’t wake again

The many miles should’ve spanned / the sleeping dogs that I let lie / when I lay down upon my bed / I cross my heart and hope to die

The world that spun out of control / the life that stopped ere it began / the hope I could have forged if I / had only really been / a man

TechnoPoem 2015

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So, I’m in my car and driving
Kind of slowly, late arriving
Thinking thoughts, attempted thriving
Traveling, not very far;

Rapt in poetry, creating,
Tablet in my car, dictating,
Technophobe there, celebrating
That he’s writing in his car

Some success, my fears dispelling,
Thoughts of reckless driving quelling,
Through the tablet’s oft misspelling
Everything I try to say

Still for all my techno-fighting
The whole thing’s kind of exciting
That I’m driving while I’m writing
It has been
A darn good
Day

Poem dictated while driving number four

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I think I was born to wander,
Like nomadic days of old;
Always something over yonder,
Hills of green and fields of gold

I guess I was born to ramble
Through the countryside:
Leaf and branch and bush and bramble,
Traveling both far and wide

Give me gas and give me freedom,
Let me go my way;
I won’t join ’em and won’t beat ’em
I just want to drive all day
Head ’em up, and head away

Poem dictated while driving number three

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I will always tell the truth and no lies will I ever speak; (cough)
Unless it’s convenient for me, then all bets are off

Poem dictated while driving number two

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I’ve been sinking sinking lately
Thinking about you;

Wondering if there’s a reason
Why I’m doing what I do –

Habits form in endless riddles,
While I’m so confused:

Rigmarole and paradiddles,
Feeling worn
And used

Poem dictated while driving number one

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We’re ever on our knees
With hearts that long to fly;
For love’s easy to please
But hard to satisfy

No Talent For Certainty

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