driving next to thousands
of people - thousands of lives -
living lies - living lives -
similar to those
with the large muffler
next to them,
compensating for the
abandoned nature of man:
a penis and an engine
mean nothing without
the soul driving it.
that highway lined
with lights
and souls
and all else motivating
different directions
from parallel lines
and a poor robert frost
knock off.
anger sits in a dream
on the shoulder
waiting for pain
to somehow be worth it
in the end.
i kept driving
without bedside manner
past black and white photos
disguising those disgusting figures
behind the tinted windows ;
disguising the demons
in the hammer lane
as a student or a factory worker
or a business man or a mother
or someones child
or a god of that automobile
waiting for that right turn
to ascend and find
greatness.
December 1, 2008
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