Best Riding Shotgun Poems

Speeding down the highway
I lament my life so far
and meanwhile Death is gleeful,
riding shotgun in my car.

So I crank up the volume,
speakers thrumming bass guitar,
but...

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The addict rests in the darkness 
Comfortable in his skin
Knowing
Does not doubt his actions
Moves forward swiftly
Alone
Bottle and stash by his side
Chaos as his neighbour
Top down...

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Black market product truckload ... 
illegal cargo of tax-free merchandise,
and plenty boxed liquor of trouble
Leather clad tattooed dirty violet blonde
riding shotgun,
with a Rambo knife hugging...

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Publican politicians talk in half-price right angles
Dodge City liberty
being smoking barrel bargain sold 
at a chill, 
Colt-45 degrees
AC (alcoholic crops) bootleggers selling 
Prohibition license to...

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Each human around me sweats
Wears sunglasses
Smacked by gusts
A nesting couple hollows me,
Two tawny, tiny twitterpates
Ready for rainstorms,
And I would be happy.
But, this spring, I am...

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I learnt to ride
many years ago,
upon a mare
who was rather slow!
Dear old Fruitgum
became a great chum,
each Saturday hack,
riding shotgun at the back!...

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I've been on this journey for over a year , it's hard to imagine.  For a whole year I have held 
the reigns up...

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Military boots grip the pavement,
hair in a Sarah Connor ponytail
Got her sunglasses on at midnight,
waiting patiently for the right ride
to stop
And swing open an invitation
to...

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Ah, my teenage years! 
              Unforgettable 
     ...

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Chief egalitarian garbage taster i.e. “white trash”

As Halloween costume, 
one year during early grade school, 
my father got brilliant idea 
for sole son dressed
uniquely rubbish...

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Appointment with the sandman,interrupted
Snooze button,untouched.Not this year
Phone’s ringing,wake up call.Accept
Voices in my head,loud and clear
Blood in my veins,steaming hot
Candle lit dinner with my soul,psychedelic 
Steak...

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Assessments done summer sets in motion
Fatigue! way out? Screamed I
Gonna teach you a great feel, mom so certain
do away with fatigue, great! Screamed I

all in...

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I’m riding shotgun in her car
as we drive through the night
neath Neil Armstrong’s moon
radio plays that Animal’s song
but San Francisco's almost as 
far from this...

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she paints ugly things in pretty colors
she runs with the devil and whispers with the saints
she is a good girl in bad times
she's a angel...

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