the roads are slick
everyone is going
too fast to try
and start off this
long weekend early
ie just whip between
the red lights flashing
in a hurry to get
absolutely no where
speeding head long
into a three day
period of mourning
trapped inside my
cavernous empty skull
writing words that go
unread or soon forgotten
screaming quietly
so as to not disturb
the neighbors outside
having a cookout
big smiles and a
pyramid of empty cans
while i vibrate abstractly
through a pane of glass
an image of agony
a ghost haunting this
unrelenting horror show
daydreaming of you