Trip

10Feb09

Speeding down a highway,
fingers digg into dashboards.
Pedals dent floorboards as tiny
fists pound nails against veins.

Hair mingles with breath, elbows strike
pornographic poses, bodies become

the entire horizon…

the sun…

illuminates from far away,
a burning orb that blinds

Inhibition, an outstretched hand recoils,
dragging itself back to a dusty pocket.

Reality, only in the mind.

A burnt tongue refuses to speak of it,
can barely cry “good morning.”

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