This Thousand Car Pile Up
i’m dizzy
with the flashing
of red break lights
through my eyelids.
i sit
in a car crash.
screaming tires
with shattered-glass glitter
exploding through air,
provide the holiday f i r e w o r k s
for audience amusement.
car after car
slam into
the aluminum foil sides
(easily bending)
my breathing room’s gone.
through my car-exhaust sleep
(“just go to bed”)
i dream of the jaws of life
prying me from
this thousand car pile up.
under the burning rubble
i’m waiting
for something.
Copyright © Les Cornelius | Year Posted 2006
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