Untitled #7
driving fast
through a big city
at night.
loud music
playing.
ashes of
cheap cigarettes
strewn across
my lap.
and
the combination
of...
the hallucinations
that grow from
40 miles
of staring into
yellow lines
melting off
of hot asphault.
and
you not
being here
is enough
to drive me
over the edge.
through a big city
at night.
loud music
playing.
ashes of
cheap cigarettes
strewn across
my lap.
and
the combination
of...
the hallucinations
that grow from
40 miles
of staring into
yellow lines
melting off
of hot asphault.
and
you not
being here
is enough
to drive me
over the edge.