The dial turns
at the pace of the rubber,
putting in miles
while the hull shudders
wishing it could take a moment,
rest, gulp down gas.
But my foot's aching
to hit the plastic to the carpet,
"Come on baby, shmob it!"
like a commet.

Wind smacks onto slick glass,
flies past into the night
right by the burnt out
tail light.
Ashes pouring out the cracked
window
"Come on baby, go!"
Little kid dreams gleam
in the high beams,
wide-eyed and frantic.
"Don't pani-"
Crash.

was it not then a wish
claws within my cerebral cortex
elongate, penetrate, let loose
let go of all that is that
and then
never again to whisper inane whims
going, going, gone
what was it then?
a short Autumn day
a long Winters night

*a midsummer night's dream
it was all a dream
isn't it always?

Unto another galaxy
fractal
weaving a space-time continuum
black holes that never meet
yet always consume
forever alone
lost in the vacuum of Hell
where time meets time
and the end never ends

Nothing calls for morals, like lovers’ quarrels
Though all is fair in love and war
I have one law, for all clenched jaws
Don’t fight in metaphor

“You’re always the martyr” one may brand the other
In passive aggressive verse
Mere iteration, through metaphorical filtration
That truly reveals the reverse

Here’s one I despise, that utters love’s demise
“Honey, the door swings both ways”
It’s an image projected, of love infected
Spat in pseudo poetic haze

It’s a double edged blade that ought to be stayed
Though a wonderful figure of speech
It does not pay, to duel this way
Nay it is to love, but a leech