Speeding reckless tires,

wheels of escape, the meaning of

someplace else; answers between

mileage markers.

Humid breezes flip through the car.

A lightening chrome grill pushes hard

through stale air, biting it in half, it twists

down the side of the car forming coils of


Dashboard Madonna.

Rearview mirror rabbit’s foot.

Empty pockets hold the dreams.

Smooth roads exist only in heaven.

Drive on and take the next right.



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