Felix Lecocq
ode, on lake shore drive
we who are about to die
salute these sixteen miles falling
forward in four thousand pounds of steel lake
michigan air tears through the crack in the window our
left is light and our right is
twenty-two thousand square miles of
nothing and when you turn up the radio i feel the sky
stop and the air is wet and white and you are singing
louder than the city you are this glistening
moment and we are here together
hurtling along this tightrope of existence pull
the ripchord of my dna stretch it
tight along the side of the highway write me
a love letter in the destination section of a gps
rewire my spine to follow lake shore drive please
take me to the place where my chest stops hurting
and i will stop giving myself reasons to stay
"ode, on lake shore drive" is a poem about desperation, happiness, and the innate spirituality of sitting in the passenger seat of a very fast car. I don’t think we ever stop wanting to be happy. Even when we are at our happiest, the want never leaves us. I wrote this poem to acknowledge and celebrate the ambivalence of joy, and because I too want to be happy.
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