My wandering mind
is stuck on cruise control—

not sure why I’m coasting through
cities with abandoned buildings

but the clock is green with 4 a.m.,
my hands at 10 and 2,

and I’m gulping pints of lighter fluid—
drinking and driving with no destination

I see a swell of bright neon lights
winking at me, warning me to slow the **** down;

I’m swerving and spinning on a broken merry-go-round
of rocking horses that threaten to tip me over the edge;

I can’t slow down, I wish I could stop
this winding road is narrow but I can’t stop racing through