Road Trip Bitches, part II

[Alexander]

Velocity

interwoven with laughter

caffinated, braided into supreme Thrill.

Such a sight to see

stolen slowly from a steel streak

across this frail landscape.

Beauty found in a sublte casket

some would mark her stolen

yet we seek her highest self,

her truest smile.

Ever inwards floods the compelling serenade

setting those works like hooks

to the most prime pulse

(a movement all its own)

driven beneath us moving to move

to out pace time to

out live my Brother's dark philosophy

to out race myself.

War is called and delivered

victory wed once again,

untill Fate is a fiction from another life,

each Dream a recollection from afar

and lastly

Love: bookmarked, bound, saved as luggage.

Here,

friend,

we are life

lived

as speed.  

 

 

Thank you for this, bro. I've come back to reread it and it explores the core of that day so effortlessly and fluently. It's like a perfect snapshot of all the experiences, thoughts and feelings bound to a page only woven together better than simply memories.