He did he had to do He no questions He had few The tar glistens in the noon He tread across the grass, up onto, and off of, the concrete abutments
Mirage on the Ghosts in the The cave
Out into the light of day at breakneck speed Every rumbling
Glistening highway mirage The surface into first the small mammal, and then screeching along the guard Rail, scraping paint and throwing sparks like sheets of terror for 400 and over
With one back and forth rocking motion coming to rest
The beautiful hopelessly marred
Smoke and
So He moved to the small Screeching whistles of steam off On it's back, wheels spinning a cinema classic The sags open and a man covered in blood drops the three feet or so to The The car still rattling and as if with a mind of it's own, unwilling To die The man, 40ish, after a time, an agonisingly painful period of time
Is unwilling to die
Suddenly all is quite quiet there in the sunlight on the But what? can I do? I cannot move, everything is broken Blood everywhere, mixing oil and gas What's moving, must turn my Pain, light, blinded Some guy there in the blinded mirage of white light All my to 'heeeeeelp' now help me please He tried to tamp out the bit of ember which had lept from the wreck Onto his grimy Coughing What's he's inching towards truth He of into the woods with the animal It lived He didn't glance at all
out ghosting the road Death on the crumble around me and fall with the weight of heaven I cannot I'm beneath the great I see My eyes are I am in the
it
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