my first contribution....
just a poem I wrote many many moons ago and then hid in a yahoo mail account.
ran across it last night while cleaning out old emails.
never showed it to anyone... was a bit depressed at the time.
but I think perhaps a lot of people might feel like this at one time or another.
i'm feeling much better nowdays though

Driving on Retreads

pondering, questioning
this journey some call life.
a road potholed
strewn with litter
constantly detoured
where's the destination?
why so lost?
pleasure stops a'few,
to short, to fleeting.
driving 90 to nothing
on a 3 am deserted highway.
stop the car?
kick the tire?
end the journey here?


what's the point?
driving aimlessly
blindly...
through a forever changing
yet static landscape.
low on gas
a trunk full of junk
better hidden than shared.
spareless
no fix-a-flat in sight.
engine's knockin'
wheels out of line
next curve might do it.
stop the car?
kick the tire?
end the journey here?

better drivers pass,
others blind me
brights blaring
traveling diametrically.
where'd they get their map?
try to follow,
to slow - left behind
consuming other's dust.
with unfrequented shotgun,
the occasional hitchhiker
always finds a new ride.
alone, lost, tired
the exit ramp nears.
might be time to
stop the car?
kick the tire?
end the journey here.