written into a tape recorder on my daily commute to school
By Walter Burns
"Various lanes closed ahead" Take the service road instead "Food/Gas/Lodging" What life have we been dodging? The speed limit is the biggest gimick! Did you know its just suggested Why, I wonder, has it been tested? The loop around the city strangles it in pity for every exit there leads out And still we spiral inward to its gorging center The cracks in the asphalt are veins about to burst Hands that grab from tail pipes change Buick into Hearse The signs are green the grass is yellow and death haunts me near in tiny poisoned molecules that stalk the atmosphere Cones guide me in and out from four lanes down to one and all the IV’s in the dash pump music from my lungs The bullet to my head Honda of late model and what they found in killers blood emptied from a bottle That’s not why I drive I drive to arrive to take myself to school and back and buy groceries once a week The road is full of question yet its open and surreal guides us with two railings set and blinds us by the wheel Written February 19th, 2002 © on Feb 19 2002 09:13 AM PST 0 • 10
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