Originally posted 1/7/2012.
Some days
are just one
turbocharged
evocation
after another;
then there are the ones
where you sit around
wondering why
it’s not one
of the other days.
Frankly, I could do with
a few less of
the former
and a lot more of
the latter.
Every moment of every day
doesn’t have to have a point
and I’m tired of getting stuck
and bleeding almost out
because of the ones that do.
Right now, for example,
all I want it the road,
the wide open engine, and
the loud, louder, loudest
three-chord songs;
a day with nothing to escape from,
no reason to be driving that fast
except that’s how
loud, louder, loudest songs
sound best.

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