and we drove while the clouds rested

on the river’s back

a gray void

a rained out road

washed out

a choke, affront

a station between waves of static

mystery reception

I’m trying to tune it

pulling the hair from my face

driving too fast

buckles and disappears

a wall of rain

the river a grave

it rests

and we travel through

its stomach

veins of river

veins of clouds

gray indiscernible

empty piers

a fall out

just like a drive by myself

until next time

when the sky bleeds true

a tired nod of earth to drive

to blindly rocket

through