You treat my axels so badly
And yet when I see my hub cap
taking a seperate route
I have to smile
You alarm me
with your vibe
But it's a vibe
I'm not privy to truly understanding
Alone in the lot
returning greetings
with awkward white boy handshakes
Stress and sweaty impatience
yield to bliss and utter evisceration
And as I drive away I think:
I'll have to make eye contact
with that cop another time
Because right now
he's got too much "pig energy"
and I'm just trying to chill