October 4, 2013

Express Checkout

Rolling quickly 
toward express checkout,
I want the cheap thrill 
of too many items,
ready to plead guilty,
so I can get out early,
buying more
than is
rightfully mine.

I gun my car
over speed bumps
built to slow me down,
turn my old stations
up to full volume,
am eager to merge
into rush hour traffic, 
of how far
I've been left behind.

Everyone drives
as if they're going
somewhere, as if
they really think
they're getting away, 
this time.