The highway panning out
The yellow flickering
Synchronic with the beats—
Speeding music for streets
So empty you would think
A rapture occurred
And god did not want you
Decided to leave you
Behind –home – silent—
Dead, like peace on earth
Back when you gave a damn
About wars – victory—
Or just unsettled
A quiet moment
Much like an admitting
Of defeat to sound
Back when you gave a damn
You don’t, no one does—
Driving home from her place.
4-5-07
ⓒ Liam Elliott 2007. All Rights Reserved.
4.5.07
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