Driving

Driving my rig

driving

driving

thinking

like a rock

conniving

conniving

not thinking

drinking

sleeping

weaving

high fiving

this earth

I’m leaving

dying

telephone poles

passing

crying

stars and sparks

fuel line broke

flames and smoke

rising

trees ablaze

passing cars

lead foot pedal

molten metal

one

cryer’s

maze

choking croak

raw deal

burning in a haze

hands gripped

on

melting

plastic

life passes

automatic

meet the

majestic

maverick

it’s a

flaming

fix it

stick

cracked so

tricked in

cataclysmic.

I don’t listen to

no woman.

the wife

said

‘stay

in bed

sick’.

instead,

‘I woke up

in hell:

a burning

truck

really quick’!

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