December 1, 2012


Now I'm riding
to a new nowhere,
fast asleep
behind the wheel.
I'll be rolling
all the way home,
though I still
don't have a feel.
I've been all day
in the body shop,
viewed at night
on the showroom floor.
Even if I'm
all fixed up,
I'm not sure
I know what for.
Wives and lovers
file slowly by,
wondering where
I'm riding now.
They'll all be riding
soon enough, each one
coming through the door,
they'll take my hand
and follow me,
just the way they did