Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Ring of Fire In Early Winter

As he threw his coffee
out of the moving car window
it was almost symbolic
as it splattered across the glass,
and dripped down the mirrors
like watery paint

My jaw held agape,
I was once well-adjusted
to a situation's escalation-
so incredibly fast

Illegal U-turns
burned screeching-hot tires
grazing concrete enclosures
that got in their way
And avid avoidance
of little white peace pills
for under-tongue surrender
I could not persuade

A pt.2 to "Father."

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