deuce driving nowhere for no reason, wasting time, purposely, meticulously, Otis singing the timelessness of no time, wasting gas, polluting the future, should I be caring, of coursing not, that’s the purpose that needs no explaining
but ya know, surely knowing, it’s not about the going, but tapping on the breaks, hoping they’ll close up the painful spaces, bandaids of near silent footfalls, pauses of pressure, implausible discarding the empties
cause a love story, is now more about the chapter breaks, heart aches thus looking out the window thinking-gazing you’ll spot her knowing you won’t but still go on driving until you no longer can and tapping on the breaks is helping
and that is all that you are really doing minding the gaps that yet gape open them pausing breaks so time can suture them