This Poem was Submitted By: John R. Birkbeck On Date: 2001-11-15 13:33:19 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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The car sings along the autoroute purring like a dreaming cat, the windows rolled up, a barricade, against assaults of hardrock tunes of the Yankeeworld beyond the northblasting howls of white Tundra winds. Kidneys stretch against pleasure-pain of pis-pis, so long-ago pressuring waking dreams of release, and the tyres sing along with thoughts of warm sun, girls lazing on white beaches below leaning, whispering palms, far below immediate horizons. Oh yes-- the frontier looms from the grand southern blue of the Saxonworld beyond the bug-smeared windscreen, eh? I come, I come to the land of my descendants unborn!

Copyright © November 2001 John R. Birkbeck


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