I Forgot The Name Of The Place I’m Going To
The menacing clouds covered up the Big Dipper
The roads have started to look similar
And stitched together by the yellow lines
And leading, so they say, all to one place.
I drove twice, all night and day, caffeinated
For a love that I crave – this I won’t do for you
Now, I just want the savor of opening a bottle of whiskey
And drink away, a shot- maybe two- for wrongs I’ll never forgive
Taking Heads “Road To Nowhere” – I forgot the name
Of the place I’m going to – I forgot neon signs and my home
Will I remember? If I sleep? Let the wheels turn-
Miles to go yet- wherever I’m going – whoever will be there…
Just waiting for me
Caffeinated
Timothy D Stephens writes poetry in between graveyard shift dreams in southwest Ohio. Occasionally, he gets out in the poetry scene in Dayton, Ohio and tries to be in Indianapolis where his poetry self was born in 1999 to 2000. Other times, he enjoys being a father for his son.
