at 70mph you can slam the car into most anything &
it will be the last time you do it---
you don’t need to putt putt putt along at any less a speed
or pound that lead foot down to push your vehicle to the
max,
no, 70mph will do you
good.
at 70mph like spacy in “american beauty” or cruise in
“jerry mcquire”
with the wind blowing in our hair & a scream in our
step.
half-way to 140mph
we increase & close our eyes
rip, roarin’ & ready to go into
what others may in fact call oblivion but you & i
consider
just another walk in the park---
a moment in which
with the stereo blaring &
the passing by of the elements outside the vehicle
we are one
with the good possibility of it all ending
closer to freedom than
ever before.
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