The Midnight Draft: Joyride (poem)

(Was supposed to be the first of a anthology. Sorry it’s long)

Steam from the carcass shows a shimmering cold
As it moves closer to the car.
Moonglow shine over the Age of the Highway Star,
Life in the fast lane.

“Better keep up,” says the escort driver
"But not to fast, else it’s the Mad Biker’s jacket for you.

I smoke when i write,
I write when the smoke just leaves the pavement
Whilst remembering when the fire
Set the Cosmos ablaze.

“Heat burns,” he says
“But the cold burns worst…
And longest.”

Insides corrode as the Motorhead
Leaves the parking lot,
Shades of black and blue
Settle over dim streets.
Shadows of friends and foes
Retelling the same stories
Ad Nauseum to the scratches
Of shifting songs.

Info seeps from leather seats,
Cries of direction bleed from a broken radio
While my company whispers fantasy.
Take a right passed your dreams
And pull into the bank.

“I wouldn’t go there,” the driver suggests
“They’ll rob you blind…”

White Rabbit on stained wheels
Takes me to the red light
And wants to race to Wonderland.

“It’ll cost more to go further,” he informs me.

A mist of knowledge splits through the exhaust,
Door ajar.
I’ll walk.

“That’ll be five years.”
Keep the change.

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