He drives dreaming,
smoke writhing between
gashed fingers keeps the
wheel turning.
Sometimes,
an irresistible light
flares its hungry glare
blinding the only eye
he can see with.
Sometimes,
he's headlessly drifting,
and fears what's sprawled
on the kerb might've
been him
and when it isn't,
he pays a toll
bound for the high way
black as a solstice night
riding serpentine
until he's no longer
prey to the break
of day.