Race to Nowhere

Demons on my tail
Hissing and Spitting
Ripping and Tearing
At what might have
been a heart, once;
and Whining ‘cause
I’m running, finally.

Hundreds of pages
Thousands of letters
Of just words, words,
Words that mean nothing.

Floor; I may have hit
The gas too hard,
When those demons
Burned the image
Of your face in the morning
To the backs of my eyelids.

Faster, now, hundreds
Of miles of grey ribbon
Under my tires
And the wind rushing in
Is the first that I’ve breathed

In a very long time.
It smells of gasoline, combustible.

It fits the red and chrome
That’s my body, now.
We’re melded, one;
both just built to run.
Gotta feed those demons.
Love letters; I might be tossing
They fly: Peace, by piece.
I laugh, it’s a paper trail

The worst joke I’ve ever heard.
‘Cause you won’t find me.
I’m better than buried.
I’m eighty mph, with the top down.

Catch me, I dare you.

Gotta drown those demons.
No salty tears;
I’m an expensive whore, remember?
So champagne, for our anniversary.
It’s a seductive arc
Gold slide on the chrome
Beads pulling off the sides
Smooth, sure, and best-fast.

You should know
Glass is music on cement.

Maybe I’ll drown
In that blue, blue sky
I’d have to get there first, though.
Too bad V8’s don’t have wings.

One last sacrifice
Just to damn those demons
The hair you love long
That long slide of the softest silk
That rope. That binding.

Unraveled strands on the highway
The wind’s flirting with my neck.

I think he likes it.

City Limits. Nowhere.
Yes, it’s a town.
Glance in the rearview.
I think I’m gonna like it here.