I 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.
About Bartholomew Barker
Bartholomew Barker is an organizer of Living Poetry, a collection of poets in the Triangle region of North Carolina where he has hosted a monthly feedback workshop for more than decade. His first poetry collection, Wednesday Night Regular, written in and about strip clubs, was published in 2013. His second, Milkshakes and Chilidogs, a chapbook of food inspired poetry was served in 2017. He was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2021. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he lives and writes poetry.
I 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.
Bartholomew Barker, Poet 
Hailey and I just read this together, and she is beside herself right now :)
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Glad you two like it. Thanks for the prompt!
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