In Ter State
April 26, 2013
needle's talking ninety,
meter shaking from the volume,
windows pulse and this beat--
strands whip over my eyes,
windows low and this breeze.
speeding on clairvoyance
with a single hand to steer
that would slide to my side
if it could make it lose hope
in making it home alive.
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