The road weaved off ahead like the
more adventurous friend
who says, come on, let's pick the lock,
snap the chain,
and goose the gods who brought the rain.
This road is the place
where the one I was
met the lead-foot driver of who I would be;
and you know what they say--
Oh, little tornado-heart,
shed that leaden skin.
Let the poison out, let the Jesus in.
Honey, a red car is the only car--
no you anymore, but only us...
I'll carry the best of you fast over asphalt and tar,
and leave the husk with these crosses
in the roadside dust.
for Real Toads OLM