in science fiction
when speeds reach that
of light the stars
stretch out into
long lines of forever

when manic
the rest of the world
seems stuck in a
translucent jello mold
wobbling as i speed
fasterandfaster into
the static resting
just outside reality

a supercharged engine
running on jet fuel
a heat seeking missile
searching the gutters
for dopamine by the pound

spinning fast enough
to cause the earth to
sputter as i fire off
more revolutions per minute
than iggy and the stooges
begging to be your dog
watching beauty tie off
her arm and blow one
final farewell from
her cerulean lips
before becoming just
another statistic in
this debauchery cloaked
as a classless class war