When you looked over and I sped a bit, it was all a show. I used to have a pillow in my back window with a turtle on it. In fancy 60s cursive it read, Speed kills. I sped purposively once. I buried th...
Beneath milky heavens
the city's campfires alight
Til fissures of spider eyes and magma
line a sacred night
Closer- here lie the rivers of man, machine and God
Pinpricks of information
Each glitter a wavering star