Road tripping
With you
I swear
There is nothing
I would rather do
Even if we walk
Past all those comfy homes
And spend Christmas
In the back of your aunt's
Battered old truck
The only thanks
Given on that Thursday
Is the leftovers on people's
Back porches
And freezers
St. Patty's
Just means that we get
A bunch of beer
From the ratty Irish.
And a few lucky leprechauns
With a little gold.
Easter means
Little traffic
And lots of lost
Boiled eggs
For our dinner.
And we laugh at couples
On V-Day
Who smooch over coffee
Too busy to notice
Their missing wallets.
It's the utopia
Of Thieves
Road tripping
Along state lines
And running
From the cops.
Cheap motels
Where we steal
Napkins
And fancy towels
Using cash
Snatched from
The passing banker
Or open ATM.
Exits taken
And stolen cars
When the truck broke down
And we got lost
We couldn't find
A cheap fix
For a couple of thieves
On a road trip
Becoming a national menace
FBI nipping at our heels
For some joke
About a senator and his wife
Who seemed just a little
Too young
Open houses
When we spend
Our nights
In bliss
Before we get caught
And run
Back to
The place that's ours
And now I know
No one but you
Understands me
Or would road trip
With a thief.
But soon
You tire
Of the games
And running
And you turn away
And leave me
Alone
And I don't know what to do
Because what
Is a road trip
Or a crime
Without your mastermind?
And believe me,
A lover
For a hundred nights
Is better than
A one-night stand.
Only problem now:
The road trip
If thieves
Is over and gone.
YOU ARE READING
Euphoric
PoesíaSeventh album. Maybe I'll slow it down and not post for a while after this one. I think I'm going a little too fast on my updates. Making up for being a bum this summer I guess. This one is a little different than all the rest, btw. Probably similar...
