Some days,
it’s just one
turbocharged
evocation
after another
and then
there are ones
where you sit around
wondering why
it’s not one
of the other days.
Frankly,
I could do with
a few less of
the former
and a lot more of
the latter;
not every moment
or action
has to have a point
and I’m tired
of getting stuck
and bleeding
because of the ones that do.
Right now, give me
the road and the
loud, louder, loudest
three-chord songs,
and no reason to be
driving except
that’s where those songs
sound best.

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