late nights
and hookah coals
headlight horizons
as cars pass
the interstate
onto endless
destinations
unaware of the
brief intersection
of existences
silver corrolla
flashed and gone
deep thought
on life
and existence
causing problems
i'd rather not
resurrect
stick to the
embers of
the coal
the smoke trailing
into everything
or nothing
and the moon's
half lidded stare
all coming
together
some semblance
of harmony
until distant
sounds from the
road
overwhelm
the peace
and it's back
to thoughts
on tomorrow
and the next
and the next
how I am supposed
to survive or ******
or succeed
even just get
home
it's all crazy
all madness
please please
just leave
me
be
for now