Thursday, February 5, 2015

DRINK the waterfront 
Riding along, someone else driving, 
I sat up and looked straight ahead 
through the windshield
instead of sideways and up, 
playing the alphabet game with the billboards 
and said, I AM a contender, even if somehow
I don’t contend. 

I got out of the backseat, out of the car
and looked it over - the car - and it was with me, 
on my side
it even threw a rod
(steiger; too depressed; inside himself).

I got up in the front seat
with the key
with the ignition
with the wheel
and then -- well, what would you do?

Right; that! Drive. Floor it. 

To hell with the pedestrian. 

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