Headlights cut through morning
like searchbeams
out after you, gone missing,
tracking prints through southern dew
sky reddened by radio towers
suspended in fog, slopes from roads
drawn up in man made suggestions of foothills
that give way from highways to the coast,
the perfectly structured lights of the drilling platform
and the refinery just inland
illuminated scaffolding
that steers you to the shoulder
just feet above sea level,
the ocean and it's marshes, glowing yellows,
And if you didn't know any better
you'd say you were floating,
suspended by the beacons
that surround you on all sides,
as if a magnetic field could be created by light
and now you don't know any better
and in the window of the car, you hang
suspended for a moment and then disappear forever
Anatomy Anatomy
Whale Blue Review

Park that car
Drop that phone
Sleep on the floor
Dream about me
Last edited by jiminizzle at Apr 2, 2013,