Theodore Travels

Stuck on a hybrid labyrinth race track in undue course Crash helmet cracked under the raw tempo of stagnation Chequered flags waving but a motor running against the clock In reverse and the traffic prohibits pit stops for tyres and fuel Exhausted depleted high on adrenaline withdrawal A silent movie plays on tiring spools of grey matter More like a collection of photographs in faded sepia An accident waiting to happen ready for another pile up The gear box strains in overdrive and the pistons complain Brake fluid seeps into the cockpit and floods the clutch Hazards are blinking like a stroboscope and prism of pace High octane acceleration on a road to immanent nowhere Satellite navigation in conflict with his auto pilot Cruise control on a highway to hell and beyond Ejector seat wedged into a half open sun roof Theodore calls 911 and the Thought Police arrive Arsonists join the scene in fire engines stalled on the emergency lane The ambulance doctor injects truth serum with dizzying speed Body bags remain unopened but sanity is scraped off the road Repackaged sealed in bubble wrap in case the airbag won’t open In hospital he wakes off his trolley on a tiny stretcher So convoluted they can’t find a straightjacket that fits Confined to another bedlam on the psychiatry ward And the dashboard flickers on the way to his lost mind 17th December 2019