Crash

The naked foot fallen on the pedal. No sweat all cool, the back slumbering in silence, the hair the wind, the serene chill. I scratch my neck take a deep breath and turn my head towards you. You sleep the violence is deep and a head of us white lines of darkness.

I shift the stick, try every trick, I sigh as road bumps pass us by, you’re right you are, you always were, even lying there just breathing

We’re waiting for a miracle to come

The road is long, the road is straight, the time is now, it is to late
I look at you and remember absolutely nothing

Two lights ahead I should shift instead I hesitate, brake or steer I look at you. What is fear? Your inner smile killed the beast within me

I kiss the road for bringing this to me.

The Crash