“This is a long drive for someone with nothing to think about” by Birger Bosbach

“This is a long drive for someone with nothing to think about” by Birger Bosbach

This is a long drive for someone with nothing to think about

they played a song about the end of
dramamine was it
was it now

they said it scared them,
the end it wasn’t dramamine
was it

they laughed a bit, about what i had
the ending of dramamine
scares me

i’d like to find a word for how i’m feeling
just to start working on a meaning

those weren’t my word
i just dimly remember them
i stared through the stupidly curved glass into the dessert
you drove us to that place you found
that place where we could be alone again, finally
naturally you didn’t say a thing

i don’t hate myself
i tolerate myself

you drove further up north
we hadn’t stopped in forever and you pulled over
turned to me asked if there was a god
put your foot on the gas and went on
i asked for some matches
you had none
i just needed something to do
something that wasn’t thinking

can you hear me now
am i alone in my futile efforts

you pulled in under the neon lights
you told me about nowhere it sounded like a place i’d like to go
you drove off again, into the night
i never saw the stars as i saw them that day
and you told me about what happened
back when i met you sitting on the sidewalk
drunk and crying you had turned to me
and i carried you through the night
through the paleness of streets flooded with artificial moonlight

i think about myself
i care about myself, i only

tell me about nowhere again
tell me about mice and men, the rabbits you kept your eyes on the horizon
i felt like sleep
and never woke up
i think

so where are we now that you’re not here, now that nowhere is nowhere to be seen, now that i can finally rest easy again


Hi, my name is Birger and I am a young english student from germany, who is relatively new to writing poetry, but who has enjoyed writing for the longer part of his life. When I‘m not writing I‘m probably making mediocre music or reading classic literature.

I think I write because I like to explain myself a lot to others and to explore how I think. It has also given me more appreciation for others‘ works and a generally different view on everyday occurrences.

I mainly write for and post daily on my personal blog: birgerbosbach.tumblr.com

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One thought on ““This is a long drive for someone with nothing to think about” by Birger Bosbach

  1. This is lovely.
    I especially like this part
    “and you told me about what happened
    back when i met you sitting on the sidewalk
    drunk and crying you had turned to me
    and i carried you through the night
    through the paleness of streets flooded with artificial moonlight

    i think about myself
    i care about myself, i only”

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