thumb out, jeff

Abora

2/12/18 11:19PM

 

so you find yourself stuck

on an interstate surrounded by

wrecks of cars you 

drove too close to

and tankers meant to sate

your petroleum thirst

spill their caustic contents

into ditches

 

and you wonder

 

where is your drive

your want to become more

or less stranded

on a foreign highway

dead to all but the nostrils

upturned driving by

and cutting your thumb off

 

no ride would be good enough

so you stay wandering

 

where is the goddamn taxi

to take me to the underworld

so i can eat some pomegranate seeds

 

car wrecks, feckless and earn less

want more but never open

a door

  • Author: Big Swifty (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 12th, 2019 23:24
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 28
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