Cub4ucme
Really Experienced
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- Aug 19, 2006
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Clocking Cliche
I.
On the freeway
broken----white-----lines
split----thoughts
of repetition
Vague overtures
lead to crescendos
another mile
slips by unnoticed.
We are never motionless
the earth spins
keeping us grounded
as thoughts fly by
counter clockwise.
These guarded-----rails
dented with bad turns
black-----ice, metal bent
as blood spilled.
Aways a threat of a crash
some (sic) accident
waiting to happen.
I don't define cliches
they define themselves.
We ride along the highway
burning out wasted thoughts,
leaving rubber on the pours
of an overused road.
II.
The sweet sauce
spills over her loins.
I'm dreaming now
of diving in.
Her honey leads me
to the bees nest
of my desires.
Strange, how the journey
was quickly shortened;
once I fed the hunger,
once I travelled in
the nectar of her lure.
We are all cliches
spinning in some pot,
headed for predictable
places, where our pasts
predict our futures;
where our silence
leaves us (sic)
wishing on a star
for more.
ajs
Clocking Cliche
I.
On the freeway
broken----white-----lines
split----thoughts
of repetition
Vague overtures
lead to crescendos
another mile
slips by unnoticed.
We are never motionless
the earth spins
keeping us grounded
as thoughts fly by
counter clockwise.
These guarded-----rails
dented with bad turns
black-----ice, metal bent
as blood spilled.
Aways a threat of a crash
some (sic) accident
waiting to happen.
I don't define cliches
they define themselves.
We ride along the highway
burning out wasted thoughts,
leaving rubber on the pours
of an overused road.
II.
The sweet sauce
spills over her loins.
I'm dreaming now
of diving in.
Her honey leads me
to the bees nest
of my desires.
Strange, how the journey
was quickly shortened;
once I fed the hunger,
once I travelled in
the nectar of her lure.
We are all cliches
spinning in some pot,
headed for predictable
places, where our pasts
predict our futures;
where our silence
leaves us (sic)
wishing on a star
for more.
ajs
