i used to get high <br />and work in the dry <br />heat at my uncles land <br />where lived my grandma, and <br />i burned a pile of branches <br />as big as two baby elephants <br />watered the orchard <br />so beautifully tortured <br />by the sun <br />i pictured myself <br />in a jungle on a shelf <br />twenty thousand pounds <br />of water falling down <br />pink floyd tunes i heard <br />i still hear 'em, they still burn <br />over in my head <br />lunatic i think i am <br />in the sun <br />i come back from the store <br />forget the chairs i'll sit on the floor <br />and smoke two joints <br />heart dropped, eff this noise <br />i took a nap and i dreamed <br />was the same place we <br />met and the last place we set <br />down and conversed <br />on the gorillaz <br />one time in your car <br />nothing happened, i'm sure <br />just syd barret screaming tones <br />but the cold weather ached my bones <br />nervous and numb <br />i pretended that some <br />body else was on my mind <br />but it was you the whole time <br /> <br /> <br />last december i wrote <br />there was a song i lost the notes <br />but remembered the feeling <br />the feeling keeps my car wheels wheeling <br />and for a time i recall <br />i thought driving was faster than running into a wall <br />killing my lungs <br />with the thought of your tongue <br />speaking words at me <br />bony wrists connected to your hands <br />on the steering wheel of a black car <br />you got scared, took the steering wheel <br />somebody save me from my soul of steel <br />headed south bound <br />i wish i was on a train <br />with another name <br />if i had said yes, yes i would take the blame <br />for the life that we skipped <br />something to experience <br />i didn't take that road <br />i was tempted to go though<br /><br />Annie Cordelia Adams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/driving-is-faster-than-running-into-a-wall/
