today’s equivalent of whipping a horse
galloping full-stride across an infinite field
is extending your ankle
forming an angry obtuse angle
coursing quickly between the guardrails

and the lines on the ground are the arterial walls
and we are the blood in the wind
and we have our seatbelts on

sorry
off

open windows gasping
the windshield cracking
is today’s equivalent of riding to war

yesterday was the universal monday morning
today is the best friday across the galaxy
the stars unwind
forming a reclined man
snoring unashamed, under a bridge, understood

and the lines on his face are the arterial walls
and we are the blood in the wind
and we have patience

sorry
none

open the window gasping
the heart palpitating
is today’s equivalent of toil and sorrow