Wind is
pissed tonight
Signs on M-1
Do side shimmey's
and tattered flags
wave to wanton
clouds
Nothing is on the street tonight
but me
and
Dead leaves
Static on some radio wave
midwest version of tumbleweeds
Milling about on southbound.
No directions from
Birmingham to Detroit
just drive straight through
I will be the only witness to
red
green
yellow
and geese
taking
midnight flights
Mouthing off to
Jack and the beanstalk heights.
Cars arent drivers anymore,
they become two intense orbs
pulling trails of sunbursts behind
them,
beyond the blackness
they cannot see
i wait for another round to come
one that doesnt include
me