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drive


i am the way
this neck
of the woods
this leg
of the journey
hand to god

this highway's 
not a ribbon
it's a zipper
unzzzipped
your land 
rolls into my land

golden sweet
delicious deep
let freedom ring
honest 
and clear as 
the night 

eyes wild with
halogen soaked
promised land 
mountain songs
reach up
palm that star

the second 
from the right
it's no lie
shhhh...
just glide
let me drive

© 2013-Rene

Image ( via Magpie Tales ) 
le jardin, 1962, Max Ernst
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  1. AnonymousOctober 27, 2013 at 10:24 PM

    excellent love the word play :-)

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  2. JinksyOctober 28, 2013 at 10:28 AM

    golden sweet
    delicious deep
    let freedom ring
    honest
    and clear as
    the night

    Great swing to these words when read aloud... my favourite stanza.

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  3. gautami tripathyOctober 28, 2013 at 12:17 PM

    Good one!

    erosion

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  4. BerowneOctober 28, 2013 at 6:24 PM

    Sly and inventive; enjoyable...

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  5. hyperCRYPTICalNovember 1, 2013 at 10:02 AM

    Luscious words!
    Anna :o]

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