Self-Ignition

All around me Cars driving forms entranced Their glazed eyes suited for the waiting day My own sequined senses, faithfully harnessed Travel Inside my car 35 miles to empty, 53 degrees Press seek and jump from mindless chatter To scars singing familiar melodies Perfectly timed, shadows fill the parking lot Moon still calls “capture me” Challenge adorns windows that Stare blankly down on rain splattered cars 22 miles to empty 4 Mondays to full Words fall from mouths drawn on Echoing in silent mile-long passages I’ll step into the light Wrap myself around a power line Become a live wire Shock me out of my casing, and Friends can feed on the inspirations Bursting from my feet