Thursday, June 01, 2006

Cheesy

Now I have time to think
A hundred and twenty miles
Passes each minute

Watching white broken lines
Seeing all the people as we stop and crawl
Feeling like a toddler slowed down by it legs

The unfairness of it all
Police forced into a seventies prison- the camero
He pulls over a mommy mobile

Debating the elasticity of each lane
Wandering where I can fly
What do I think about now

I can be my heros
Carl Sagan imagining the universe
From the after life

I could sing the body electric
Capitalizing on Walt's Fame
If I knew how to sing

Many mores miles
Caffiene levels running in my veins become weak

If I refill I will be bouncing
Either to music or
In search a bathroom

Reching my destination
I shut the catraption off
Preparing to turn around and do it again

4 comments:

Voix said...

That was lovely. Thank you!

abhay k said...

Hi,
A very thoughtful poem..I loved these lines...
"I can be my heros
Carl Sagan imagining the universe
From the after life"

Chelle said...

Thanks Michele.

Thank you too abhay k. I love knowing when I written something good.

Haider Droubi said...

Reching my destination
I shut the catraption off
Preparing to turn around and do it again


very nice...made me wonder ...what about my destination