Asleep at the Wheel

 Dreaming,

Another parabol for misspent time.

Existing through scenes

Of doors slamming,

Footsteps anchored,

The clinching...

That cathartic scream

Whispered on the back of your neck

...What sleep?

It breathes in your ear, awaking..

A calling to a midnight flash

On the highway

Chasing lines by sections

Blurred eyes peer out of the fumes

Gasoline, greets your meters..

Your nose, your eyes, your lungs.

It's burning.

We've all left our minds

Under the wind eaten street light

Encircling muddied asphalt

Breaking memory with seconds

Air's left lane, speeding by.