He drinks until he knows no more,
until his thoughts are wildly rampant through
broken slurred
words
blurred strangers
sharing shot
after
shot
days through years
different bar every time, sometimes as many
as the drinks in his hands
empty
and refill
like the streets when the bartender gives
confused feet direction to the door
and he's back
to fighting the world
in a metal death machine
the darkness
the tired eyes of a late night
fixated on song and sleep
with no seat belt to keep
him secure
and as the stars come closer
he doesn't realize
he's behind the wheel
and not driving in the black
space
glittering stars
but in a swarm of red and white lights
the squeal of rubber
the screeching of vocal
cords
slipping into the destruction
turning it all to a construction of
symphony
a family of three
a young couple
a bus full of 2nd shift workers
the drunk
the driver
death was in what order?