I breathed deep
as my fingers curled on the wheel
and gripped leather,
my memory clutched at vinyl
the engine was running,
number plates grinning yellow
as the utter ******* torrent of thoughts
ignored the exhaust
the exhausting
I could drive out forward or reverse
well rehearsed either way
these wheels just don’t know
Jan 28, 2022
Jan 28, 2022 at 2:24 PM UTC
I breathed deep
as my fingers curled on the wheel
and gripped leather,
my memory clutched at vinyl
the engine was running,
number plates grinning yellow
as the utter ******* torrent of thoughts
ignored the exhaust
the exhausting
I could drive out forward or reverse
well rehearsed either way
these wheels just don’t know
Request permission to use this poem