The Midnight Joy Ride

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A lazy night.
my phone sweats my hand,
hoping for a buzz, a beep,
just an escape from home.
I sit in my lawn chair,
Clinking, banging, and loud voices
whisper out from behind the front door.
Feeling sick,
of the people that own me.
A buzz, my phone shook.
tonight is not a lazy Monday.
Midnight wakes up,
and the city begins to sleep.
but its lights create a body.
mom and dad sleep,
as I slip on my blue shoes
and I slip into the blue lighted night.
a fastened body bag.
but not a doubt crosses my mind.
I jump in the car,
bloating with sounds and music and smoke
We sneak off into the curious air
feeling the road,
beneath the tires.
drive away.
only to come “home” when the gas tanks low.





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