A car full of crazy

each mask fully functional

Wine stained logic with the auto pilot motions

I only wanted a new copy of "The Plague"

I gave my last one to a stranger who ask me my thoughts on the human condition

Somehow traffic sticks and I'm left with a stagnant wave that cannot be traversed

My passengers are all professionals in their respective fields of strange

I'm not sure where I found them or how they gained entry

They told me when we first met

"A vehicular persuasion can be potent"

I nod like I understand

With only pocket lint powder and tree's

surely they will have no words purchased

They ask me this and that like I have a clue

With two days no sleep and an unshakable humming of the eardrum

I am on the brink of bronchitis and padded squares

finally we arrive and I leave them to their nonsense

they all went next door to a pool hall

I bought all the Camus I could

I left them there for discovery