Jam

Jam

Winds Whistling

Whispering freedom

Sweat sticking

And I feel

The steering wheels slick grip under my finger tips

The bird on my dashboard

wants to bob out to the hills

while I melt further through the cracks

Showing off my poetry

I cal myself a poet. I call myself a social commentator. I consider myself a free thinker.. and all this time I have had this blog, I've been too scared to share my poetry.

So - in true style - my new years resolutions - 10 months late.. is that I will publish a poem of some sort every fortnight.. well .. I'll try...