Tuesday, June 19, 2007

Ghost Rider

After 10 kilometres I realize:
I’m a ghost rider. 5.00AM on Sunday
drunk again. The paddocks look
greener now I’m driving south
instead of north. Home is receding
driving home, and falling asleep
means staying awake. I’m backing out
of my future
head-on, until I exit
this motorway, or
this life. Whichever end.

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i came over from kianseng's blog at Multiply. I will be back for a closer look. ( It's tough holding a day job and trying to write some poetry at night. ) :)
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