Alone in my Car
Alone in my car I am the canvas A painting of some reclusive mind melt A rusted brush filled with the decay of overuse Colours matched in thought Colours of pain emit a blinking warning Through blank stares Alone in my car Christmas season energy Lights trickling reflections onto a dark street The lamps buzzing in and out Passing through the gang fights Mind becoming sterile Your numb to every night. A new gunshot popping near like a falling leaf. Your focus is slow motion madness Freedom to barriers subconsciously. Alone in my car Feet bleeding into the pedal Hands chapped by the crumbling of a steering wheel A spirit waves goodbye In the passing of slaughtered trees. Through the back window The cold air breathes Sticks to the heat. Alone in my car Noise, silence, deafness coming down - from a prehistoric sky Heaven will make more clouds Once it disperses of the depressive rejected ones - That seem to bathe in bruises Alone in my car Asleep in my aura Vision is dreaming Dreaming the familiar reality. Available Now: Before I Turn Into Gold Inspired by Leonard Cohen Anthology by David L O’Nan & Contributors w/art by Geoffrey Wren Bending Rivers: The Poetry & Stories of David L O’Nan out now! Poem by David L O’Nan : “Cartoon” Current bio for Fevers of the Mind’s David L O’Nan editor/writing contributor to blog.
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Wonderful poem.
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Thanks alot. I appreciate the kind words
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