Drink Tray
i'm driving and the air feels like a
space vacuum
the oncoming trees are copper
and the speedometer has lost its pointer
the specimen jar in the drink tray
has reached newfound heights
how can i run with such fa(s)t legs?
how do i scurry about this rock
with the intentions
of a madman ...
yet, somehow during this hoover ride
i wished for a camera
so that i may take the best angle of my life
and show it to the world
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