NaPoWriMo 8:30 ~ Artistic License

when writing
i am riding
reckless
irrespective
of the rules
of the road
the pivoting
ballpoint
of this papermate
was made for
my control
and perhaps
i am
the only driver
that shall matter
at this time

while i find
traction
crossing gray
asphalt tablets
and leave
tire marks
in any place
that suits
my pleasure

which might mean
riding roughshod
upon your
religion
or parking
my opinion
inside of
your politics
for this pen
is no respecter
of persons
but
a personally
impersonal
multi-passenger
motor vehicle
for public
transportation
a mere
mechanism
for moving
a series
of ideas
between we
two minds
in the shortest
expenditure
of time

when writing
i am riding
reckless
exposing the
earth’s wretched
or hope
for humanity
driving a
dirt road
towards wreckage
trucking
ink pen aplenty
on a dead head
run
we must keep
these words
in a consistent
state of
locomotion
like the legacy
of bluesmen
moving through
freight cars
calling themselves
home amongst
contraband cargo
as we were
once also

in writing
we can
ride the crest
of previous effort
until we are dashed
upon the rocks
and broken
or open ourselves
to a moving
and distant wind
that renders
us renewal

whether
riding road
avoiding rage
or rolling over
breaking waves
from ship to shore
i know my direction
and i am in
complete control
of my mode
of transit
for i passed
that road test
long ago
and earned
full licensure
to write
my way
through traffic.

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