Poem: Road Trip

Christian Yeo 9 April 2021
Image credit: Creative Commons

I want so much enjambment

that I cannot hear my lines break,


I want too much celebration and

not enough honesty, I want the


imagery of crowds back in my

hands, cliches running through


like sand. In rocky mountains and

bare slopes, let me wind down roads


with sickly sky. Let me say that

we will find this place again.


We will call this place the new normal

until sick of the repetition of dawn.