Drive

I love to drive.......FAST.....r e c k l e s s l y......"like my hair is on fire".

I wish to overcome, master...that time that Dave and Tim missed the turn on Tomahawk.....
    the black ice that sent Stacey through the windshield......
         ......the time that Dave's friend missed the turn........
   all hollow's eve when I passed back and forth across the thin veil.......

flashing my lights on your tail reminding you that you are in the fast lane going Slow......s.....l....o.....w...slow...safe.....slow....

scared?.

Like you don't know where you are going.....
WAKE UP!!!
You are IN MY WAY...MOVE OVER!!!!!
MMMMMMMOOOOOOOOVVVVVVEEEEEEEE.....over....

Why are you fucking with me????......You should not fuck with me......

OVER....GETOVER!......
move your tiny piece of shit out of the way....
..........can't you feel me bearing down?

one ton of me on you, behind you....

in this car, I keep my distance from the pieces of shit that occupy my mind
the petty things from the day that I am funneling
through this wheel, this gas pedal....this steel this speed

All accelerate me through...

Tim, David, Dave's friends on the dead end road

the hit and run driver on Mission Road and the PV cop that called me "Tony the Tiger"

the drunk woman on Red Bridge Road, who glanced off my driver side

that tree on Ward Parkway that held my soul until 

Paige stopped to help me and waived down a man who ripped the liner out of his car and sought help

to this moment.............on your ass, in the fast lane......trying to prove what

that I have skirted death and can and will again........?

That some day I will move through these feelings, shadows, wounds

and s     l     o      w      d     o     w     n

and appreciate the moments, all of them

I signal to switch lanes............

           so I can pass you..........

This time.....