the starlight
seems sharper when
the wind screams
through the window
the accelerator
touches the floor
you are a streak
an unguided missile
roaring for one
glorious head on
collision with the
ever calling void

i am a comet
perpetually propelled
in salacious solitude
throughout eternity
praying for one
gravitational tug
to send me flying
into foreign soil
a smoking furrow
furloughs long
a fitting end to
a beleaguered bastard