Travelling down a broken, dark highway,
delight bending.
Cops pulsing behind us,
in the rearview,
creamed by streetlamps;
the cars
whittle to bad stars behind us.
No hot humans allowed on the road
tonight,
and it's foggy in the dashboard,
the dictum of the reepers.
Aug 31, 2012
Aug 31, 2012 at 11:47 PM UTC
Travelling down a broken, dark highway,
delight bending.
Cops pulsing behind us,
in the rearview,
creamed by streetlamps;
the cars
whittle to bad stars behind us.
No hot humans allowed on the road
tonight,
and it's foggy in the dashboard,
the dictum of the reepers.
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