Tonight's Poet Corner: A Great Escape
A Great Escape
by Belinda Roddie
Whistle while you drive across
a road made out of cobblestone
and old men's bones. Tattooed
on your forehead is the bar code
that got you your first car, your
first house, your first wife, your
first gaggle of children before they
all grew up and got branded, too.
You've made a vow to flee
the land of steel brains. Metal
rusts in skulls, and you are better
off with a mind that melts under a
tropical utopia's sun. Strap your boots
on while you build your hut
where the highway finally ends. No
more asphalt carries you to lights.
You are left with the whistling
of wind and the crickets' cries.
by Belinda Roddie
Whistle while you drive across
a road made out of cobblestone
and old men's bones. Tattooed
on your forehead is the bar code
that got you your first car, your
first house, your first wife, your
first gaggle of children before they
all grew up and got branded, too.
You've made a vow to flee
the land of steel brains. Metal
rusts in skulls, and you are better
off with a mind that melts under a
tropical utopia's sun. Strap your boots
on while you build your hut
where the highway finally ends. No
more asphalt carries you to lights.
You are left with the whistling
of wind and the crickets' cries.
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