obsess
I drive in redress beyond red, diesel dusk.
Blood saps the conscience, no escaping this lane.
The joke wind issuing hard on the mirror
whirls ashes, blasts my interior space.
Fractious, I creep the fringe,
sealed by otherness, adrift.
I whisper a black psalm of rocks,
now scoping girls in the parking lot.
Tuesday, February 25, 2003
Posted by Unknown at 10:43 PM
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