hey you
yeah

you

the sun is setting
like a corpse
pregnant with blowflies
behind
the cityscape
of nightmares
that lives
in my mind

traffic
has slowed
to a crawl
as
the idiots stare
at the flashing lights
of the cop car
on the side of the road

the poor
hapless bastard
pulled over for
speeding
or breathing
or swerving
or whatever

i don’t give a flying fuck

but you
you sit
in the car next to me
revving
your engine
as we sit still
in a race
between
patience and logic
the fucking cop
can’t
pull us over
as he has that one
already
to the side
yet you
you lean out the window
and
strain your neck

i feel
like we
are different
species

some people
are more canine
others
like me
are a bit more
reptilian
in nature

i need
a warm rock
under the sun
far from
you
and your
desperate need
to see
what isn’t any
of your goddamned business
holding
the rest of us up

maybe
i am just tired
of the sliver
of the moon
hoping
when that sliver
is gone
the rest of you
go with it
then
she and i
can go wherever
we want
do whatever
we want