Coming Thru

10/19/17 1:07AM

Wind, chimes and dust

It's an avenue of ordeals

Stop lights and signs and pedestrians

Even the animals scurry across the road

Announcing their distaste for these lanes of inconvenience

You can hear it

You have to drive on winding speed traps

Winding and starving auto death marches 

Cruising, cruising through empty dugouts 

Dripping, dripping over deathly tracks

Faltering, faltering under rusted overpasses

There is no allure of that bulbous dismemberment

That rolling and shedding of parts

No hoods and roofs scraping pavement

It's not allowed, at 30

Spite those leather bound disasters trying to come through

These curvy pale crumbles make the steering wheel pull

Malice in urban planning

Laid out like a drunk lays out his chunks of vomit

Retching wretched pavement in silly directions

You can hear it

The car itching for speed

Never really making it in gear

Like everyone in this town

You have to grip with no friction