The Getaway
acceleration gives flight, damn the metal rip ties
instinct breaks through power on a leash
momentum turns to fearless an engine now complete
velocity is true to the bluff of cold steel
incentive for this 1000 pounds of real
a recurring urge hits to turn into the rail
it never leaves, never will
compromise pulls back for something instilled
to exceed above a place called freewill
fight or flight forges a river sweet
peripheral screams of flashes and streams
the dark side of sunset on her knees
color has surrendered her semblance
blurring lights as if crude or paintless
a race across the frontier of near moments
hopes best plans are a stalemate
white knuckle grip and aim
constant motion in the steering
automatic reaction seeks a blind ingenuity
break dodge and weave, breathe
holding out for opportunity with an invite
eager whispers creeping oh so neat
a predator smiles wide in the rear site
last chance exit, and a hail to the saint’s
a game of russian roulette with both hands in place
Terry D’arcy-Ryan
Copyright © Sheer Terror | Year Posted 2018
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