Thumping dots
thumping and
thumping until a jerk
and a waiver
Blurry stars flashing across
wet windows-
endless black
endless yellow
endless red
Static and
strained ears
straining eyes
lids closing
aching
tearing
no sleep
no rest
no energy
searching for something with
white knuckles
a single foot cramp
and a loose metallic sound
from somewhere behind- getting
louder with every jolt from
every tar-filled crack
the heat lulls
the cold doesn't wake
the wipers are a dangling pocket watch
the wipers are a dangling pocket watch
and there are
too many miles to count.
1 comment:
Ah the Traffic Blues... sounds like you have one hell of a hard case!
Spirits up... not everyday is filled with heavens tears.
:)
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