The Rambler

Truck Driver (original)

Posted in My Poems, Uncategorized by eriklcrazyhead on April 30, 2010

No taste of sleep these heavy eyes have known.
In deep recesses of the fog-choked zone
I burn my distant hopes to keep awake
For all the sweetness of the world’s at stake.
My drooping arms and feverish fingers strain
Not to veer off the compass of my lane.
I drive enormous timber, lumbering slow
Up these steep mountains, over sheets of snow
And round tight bends where half the rear tires miss
The road to hang above a precipice?

Erik Olson

4.29.2010

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