A Night Ride

A Night Ride

It goes-

The Car: 

A dingy apartment of an inebriated hedonist bloodshot eyes through the peep-hole

The noir rubber strangling of hub-cap mirrors below indifferent feet

The Road:

A conveyor belt of pungent oil and callus concrete

A treadmill too fast to keep pace with

The Keys:

On the other side of the dash

The Sky:

An inky pool dripping down into the staccato cracks and stifling sewers

A reflection

A faint smell of sulfur in the fog

And the Telephone Poles: 

Like fishnets to stop you-

In case you decide to Swim;

Obscuring gaze

In case you decide to See-

And- 

The Street Lights:

A slow strobe

Momentary clarity 

Disorienting 

Or so-

It goes-