Monday, August 11, 2014

Fuck the Night

Hit the freeway at 8 pm,
a dirty needle in the arm of the night.

Drive four hours;
sleep in the car.
Drive some more.

Leave heartbreak in the rearview;
leave pain in a wake of dust.
Pierce the reclining indigo;
penetrate the gloom;
     thrust.

Drive to forget the one who hurt you.
Drive to forget the one you hurt.
Drive to forget who doesn't love you.
Drive to forget the one you love.

Morning is too distant,
leave this very instant.

Sunset is pregnant
 with possibility,
 with electricity,
 with mystery.

Hit the road at whatever hour,
a fresh needle in the arm of the night.