#1011861 added June 15, 2021 at 9:47pm Restrictions: None
Accelerator
Accelerator
(Feeling Helpless?)
I’m speeding up,
not slowing down, heading
straight for a brightening star.
acceleration is my fate.
why buckle up?
why look away or grip
a wheel that won’t steer?
no passenger,
no navigator in this hapless life,
I’ve always known my direction
as windows to this vehicle afford
a view of other vistas and horizons,
the lone occupants of other vehicles,
some screaming,
in this maddening galaxy of stars,
only to find the closest
returning daily.
I’m rolling, spinning, tilting
on axis like a wobbly piece of mud,
dried and glazed,
know it’s not long before I smack a hard fire
dissolving my tongue,
while I ram the accelerator
with the tip of the last appendage it takes,
not satisfied until I’m a crisp,
and on to the next,
in this futile incinerator of a life.
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