My heart don’t beat with obedient rhythmic taps…
more like THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! as fist serum smashes through
blockage, refusing inter(police)state speed traps;
trickling along back roads where nothing will be new,
which is fine - so fine. Fuck the click/click/click tire clack
of travel heartbeat along fast track; I remain
stubbornly THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! destined for heart attack
in hand-me-down piece of shit pick-up on two-lane
pointed towards nowhere, just like where from I came.
My heart skips with anxiety towards any
authority, questioning my motives, real name,
and ultimate direction - THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! Many
miles lost and forgotten, blacked out but not wasted;
truly doomed destinations ain’t cut and pasted.
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