Petroleum Black Skies

A poem about the desire to escape monotony and routine... a poem about the desire to get out of The Box. (In response to the movie Drive.)

Craving a drive,

underneath petroleum black

skies

I look in the rear view 

mirror and the malaise

is shaken

As I am shaken

Lights accelerate,

as worlds shift around

unbound

Static shackles,

crack in the fluid

chaos

I am chaos

Alternate routes,

don't matter, turn

back and it's all matter

At the wheel,

with many lives to live

and one to lose

Petroleum black skies

Author's Note

Ignore grammar problems.

Reviews

[Sapientiam]

I feel like this poem has a deeper meaning, a meaning I can't grasp. That's a good thing because it shows how intellectual the poem is and I love it when something cannot be explained merely by the words themselves. While reading, I could almost feel the speaker wanting to escape his mundane lifestyle, but his reality shifts out of his control. The fact that he has no control and the world is like a separate entity represents the inevitability of mediocrity. I could be wrong in interpreting this, but still, I thoroughly enjoyed this poem. Well done!