I wish my car was purple

Purple CarI was at spur of the moment poetry workshop Tuesday night and we wrote to a prompt randomized by guessing numbers and Freudian slips. Here’s my result, after some light editing.


I wish my car was purple
so it would match your hair,
flying from the passenger seat
as we speed along back roads,
past falling wisteria
and the sun subsides
in the western sky.

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About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker was born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough, North Carolina where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.
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2 Responses to I wish my car was purple

  1. Kara says:

    Hailey and I just read this together, and she is beside herself right now :)

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