When you have style, you/
can find random hats that match/
your cool purple shirt.
OR
When yo be stylin’, /
topless, yo find random hats/
that match your cool shirt.
Tag Archives: Highway 89
Why They Call It Joy Riding: Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse Poem
Click here for the video that prompted this poem)
Driving through
the snow-covered high
desert,
top down,
sun in my face,
wind blasting,
splitting my lips,
running my nose,
rocking to the radio,
I can’t help but look around,
see the mountain vistas,
throw my both my hands
high
in the air,
surf the wind,
yell “YEAAAAAAAAYHHHHHH!!!!”
and cry with unspeakable joy.
Damn, I’m happy!
And look!
There’s an American flag :-)!!!