Exit 8 | REBLOG from Brandon White

A Poem by Brandon White.

Exit 8 – A Poem by Brandon White
Exit 8

The sky
was an oil painting
and I was stoned
and terrified
doing 80
down i40,
as close
to Hunter S. Thompson
as I'll ever be

In between
moments of sheer panic,
I thought of poetry and art
and how older men confused
by such things
are just older men afraid
of being swallowed up
by a world that never cared
to be understood

I squeal like a child
on exit 8
I spun round and round
careless and unworthy
of my blessings
wrapped in the arms
of my shame
When the car straightened
I wiped away tears


-Brandon White

©Brandon White

7 Comments on “Exit 8 | REBLOG from Brandon White

  1. You are on my to do list. I’m gonna have to bug you again one day for that book information. Hey do you think Brandon would mind if I share this on my Tumblr? With his credit as author of course. It’s really poignant and that crowds skews young and I think they’d enjoy some poetry.

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