Bright white lights
burn my eyes at night,
makes me wonder why
I have to drive like
it’s all my life.

They sear my retinas,
so, I flinch.
as a loud *** trucker
passes by real quick
and this other ****
just sits
on my ***
making it hard
for me to see anything
driving home on this
over illuminated highway.

you’re the mentos to my coke
you make me all bubbly
and open me up
but boy you can make me explode

sounds settle

our trip went very well
in the greater manchester
area
with thoughts of another
place
i mentioned you and she
said why do you say with
my girl

and we discussed why certain words
come out unusually
yes she is my daughter

more like each other than we dare
both hard ******* in this
world of things

68 is not so far in this world

we all have numbers

to think also back then
they built stuff that took
a life time and many
of their lives through
belief

powerhouses never cease

today the gardener comes
so my grass will have the final cut

hopefully i will have some signal

it is a quiet village
a place to hide