drop your daily routine at short notice
and get into your red and chrome chevvy
with its supple black leather seats
that still squeak when you sit down
turn the dial on the am
till you hear only static
crank the volume knob till it breaks off
and take a sip of jacks straight from the bottle
feel the hustle of your everyday life
spasm through your muscles
overworked and underpaid is officially a lifestyle
hone in to that feeling and get over it
hit the black asphalt open road
only you and the steering wheel
covered in pink fluff and black tassels
set the GPS to go absolutely nowhere
and once you've arrived there
be mesmerised by absolutely nothing
drop the canopy and feel the wind
as it licks at your hair
light a smoke, take another few sips from jack's neck
drive like a drunkard under the full moon
and howl at it
and then, most important of all
once you've reached your destination
send me directions
so i can mark one more place
where freedom can't be found
Author notes
Prompt : Freedom
A contest entry
- Freedom by Darkwell.
550 points, ended December 21, 2008, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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its clever the way you make the destination an end to freedom
that the idea of freedom is no destination but the journey 
brillient and i could feel the wind in my hair reading it but if your gonna smoke with me in the car make sure its a convertible
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You've done it again. This was a great poem about freedom and the open road, and then the last line brought me down to earth. Now I have to add you as a favorite.
Cheers,
Jade -
You are an exciting writer...God, I love this!
Your imaginative curve on the prompt warrants
something shiny - very very well done, Poet.
Love, Lane
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