Nov 07, 2005 10:01
racing wild thoughts,
the gas pedal to the floor.
i can't outrun you.
raindrops beat your name
on my smeared shattered windshield,
blurring my vision.
the red sun rising,
over wet and grimey streets
and muddied gutters.
cracked, bruised, and bloodied,
the broken city breathes,
crowded and alone
as i'm speeding by.
An empty seat next to me
with no hand to hold.