stop and start the engine and
rev the vibrant sunset and
breathe in the gas and smoke and
shoot your shot, aim aim aim
into the horizon and into the distance.

Call yourself on the telephone
and cry when you pick up.
sob to yourself and feel the feedback
like a desperate drumming in your ears.

wooooooongggggg… wong.

then hold the mic to your mouth.
stand proud against the glare of the car, deer.
you are an elk. Against closure
and now speak and then speak

screeeeeeeech!

and scream and then shout
and blood on the carpet and on the curtains
and there is glass all over the seats.
there are drift marks down the aisle.

There is roadkill making a speech.
the roadkill is speaking about freedom.
and it is extending its hove and screaming about peace
and it is waving a white flag to the blinking headlights.

stop and start and breathe and part
meet up and go down and dance all around
wish for the meadow of hell and conjure a soul to sell
and finally, cry and cry
and finally,
die.