Wonder who's
next

behind a steering wheel,
or in the 5th row
seat next to the window
looking down

or in front of
a gun, staring
into the barrel

at the mercy of
a stranger, or
on the knees
begging a jealous
lover

someone's
gotta go

here, now,
there

in the distant
future

it's got your number,--

but till then..

give meaninglessness
hell, kid