It’s snowing sideways.
Heavy wind.
I’m high as shit
and I think that
I’m going to hit
a patch of ice and
lose control of the car,
and crash,
and die.
I see myself lying
over my steering wheel,
head through the
windshield.
Bloody.
Broken.
Fuck,
I think,
I wish it was
sunny and warm
again.
Lou Rasmus is an independent author from Chicago, IL. His works are largely focused on exploring the meaning of life – or lack thereof – while the themes of love, relationships, and self-loathing are also central to many of his stories. His upcoming novel, Primrose Isle, will be his third self-published title. Grapefruit Juice, a collection of bitter poems and short stories, and DEAD RED FISH, his semi-autobiographical debut novel about a young man coming to age on a road trip with his childhood friends, are also available on Amazon. View more posts
Snowing sideways.
Love it.
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thanks Anthony
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We’re all here on borrowed time anyway. It’s what you fill the void with that counts. Driving high? That’s thrilling anyway…
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keeps me entertained enough, ha
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Now this is what you call WICKED 😉💖
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haha thank you very much
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What that us you throughin in up on your picture hommie?
Strong words on display to! 👍
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haha, a picture i found of some drunk night. i think i was trying to dance … and thanks
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Well you no what they say…. lol! Naw man I was just fucking wit ya… I got famly on the south side of the chi….
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haha right on
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My man!✋
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Hi fives
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thanks for reading, Christopher
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Naw… don’t think me just yet man! I gots to read some more of ya work… well all of it and I will…
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and so i need to read all of yours. i like what ive seen so far
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Well if you read all might shit! When you finish… cars will be flying and we will be living on Mars old as fuck still drinking six packs… lol
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hahah challenge accepted
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👍👍👍
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But… have at it
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What is that I meant
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I see what the comment another blogger made in the immediacy of your poetry. Macabre, not the reality I want to create for me, but I can appreciate difference as for certain, that is Love’s response and I love you.
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thank you
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I wish that too
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Don’t die Lou. I need something good to read on here.
Get a Kryptonite Cappuccino at Starbucks in case Superman tries to attack you with his snow plow.
In other words, everything is going to be alright.
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I picture you getting thrown through the windshield, and then getting up and dancing like a dervish, on the hood of your car.
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hahah wicked… i like where your head’s at. if only i could do that in real life.
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I always enjoy seeing the progression of each poem you write, each line is short and to the point, and it all leads ultimately to one overarching concept. Love it! Thanks for sharing 🙂
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thanks Elle, that means a lot.
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Well, you know what? Maybe stop writing as you drive? You’ll have more control over the wheel then. LOL
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ah. but it keeps things exciting
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Now, it definitely does THAT!
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