tahariel: (Washing machine)
2011-12-14 10:41 pm
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Poem: night driving

I like to drive at
            night
            alone, mittened
                        streetlights orange gleaming
            heater on and radio;
to turn heavy metal beast
                                    silent coasting
            through the ebon sleeping
                        hinterland
stars pricking at my feet
tahariel: (tv static)
2011-11-16 10:10 pm

Poem: Car park

Suddenly it is
            dark
outside at three pm
already dusky, sunlight draining like
orange juice down
to leave me
                floodlit
                        car-park swimming
key in hand, easy walk from
work and
            yet
                         my heart is
thrumming