night time, driving down the road, alone, lonely, depressed, drunk
Spiritual poetry

It’s Night Time

It's night time. Driving Down the Road, you got no one. Driving Down the Road, it's night-time, you're such a gone one. listening to the Doors squirmin' like a toad. you're the only one left in town awake. look up to the sky. your darkness come long. cold air's blowin' down your neck. it's overdue.… Continue reading It’s Night Time

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driving, drinking, alcohol, poetry, steven humphreys
Spiritual poetry

Driving

Driving my rig driving driving thinking like a rock conniving conniving not thinking drinking sleeping weaving high fiving this earth I'm leaving dying telephone poles passing crying stars and sparks fuel line broke flames and smoke rising trees ablaze passing cars lead foot pedal molten metal one cryer's maze choking croak raw deal burning in… Continue reading Driving