April 27, 2013


My new car
is never boring,
feeling custom-made,
as if only it knows
right where I'm going,
even before
I get in.
Everything is
so automatic,
taking me,
as in a dream,
to all the places
I've always heard of
but have never been.
We wind out
through every gear,
faster and faster,
all alone, along the road.
Through the wheel,
I touch the pavement
passing beneath me,
pulling me forward,
rolling forever,
on good behavior,
doing exactly
as I've been told.