The Sun Always Sets
By Brad Kelly
All day my head blurry from numerous chemicals coursing thru my veins. Thrown off kilter by advice from people I no longer respect. Thinking about Asia, about sitting quietly amidst nature. Unertain of the future, impoverished. Thinking about looking up at infinite sky. Estranged from corruption (my lifelong companion) Soles of my feet dusty. Instead I'm driving, straight down the freeway into the burning sun. Red in contempt of our arrogance. We tried to block it out with tall buildings and advertisement. Tried to ease its heat with radio waves and noxious fumes. My knuckles white on the steering wheel.I usually do not write poems of this length. But I had to write until the idea was fully out. I look forward to any advice, this poem was completely spontaneous and Im thinking off editing a little. Written December 13th, 2001 © on Dec 12 2001 11:26 PM PST 17 • 0 • 10
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