Spinning my wheels
on a long drive
next mile mark
next town
next valley
or bug splattered
windshield horizon
on my mind
Grass and trees
pass in a sleepy haze
until the thump-thump
of a pothole jars
half lidded eyes
open wide
Ahead I see
the red smear
of mangled flesh
The crow flies
just in time
as this steel
four wheel
predator bears down
on his meal
I veer left
straddle death
tires singing hymns
to the highway
Jul 6, 2018
Jul 6, 2018 at 11:06 PM UTC
Spinning my wheels
on a long drive
next mile mark
next town
next valley
or bug splattered
windshield horizon
on my mind
Grass and trees
pass in a sleepy haze
until the thump-thump
of a pothole jars
half lidded eyes
open wide
Ahead I see
the red smear
of mangled flesh
The crow flies
just in time
as this steel
four wheel
predator bears down
on his meal
I veer left
straddle death
tires singing hymns
to the highway