The music compels me
to drive this fast.

The future taunts me
to outrun the past.

Vision tunneled;
Decisions funneled
through a mix of 
alcohol and heartstruck emotion.

Retaining walls stand stoic; 
Ready to become 
both catalyst and catacomb.

With a soft crush under heel, power becomes maximal. 
These failed hands relinquish control with astonishing ease.

Chalked and androgynous
the horizon looks on.
Without anticipation; 
Without expectation,
it remains the impartial observer.

The turn signal clicks absently.
Ghosts escape their radiator prison.

The few birds silenced by the cacophony
begin again their languid song.